I may not have,
Stars upon my shoulder,
Moon on my head.
But sure to see,
Sun in myself.
I loved many souls,
But no one to look at my soul.
It was like a road,
Which has no sign or board.
Lifeless I lay,
In the hand of those.
Whose life I made,
With colours and rose.
Tears rolls down my eyes,
Like the rain drops on leaves.
Which no one notice,
Unless it leaves.
I am a body,
With eyes and bone.
I am a soul,
Completly unknown.
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