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For Raatraani, The Mistress In Love

When the night hangs heavy upon
With the hard smell of the raatraanis,
The night blooming jasmines
And the wisps and whiffs drawing me closer to,
The maddening scent and aura,
Aroma and smell, sweet scent and redolence
Take me back to the early days of romanticism
When I had been in love, how she used to very dear to me,
How close was I emotionally, affectionately,
How was she my Lost Love?

N.B. For anybody who loves, whomever he loves, he or she is close to, anything that he is closer to and loves and likes by heart. Love is not that what we think, take for. Love is something far more different.
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