I heard your name,
I felt I could love you.
I was given your address,
I started to walk, -
I saw your image,
I wished to possess,
But never did I know,
How to address.
I suffered a guilt-complex, a
Self- pity-shame, of my unequal,
And my confused adoration,
Stood dumb to aloud your hymn.
I confess, your image has,
Changing spell, with inner luminous,
Your name -opens thousand gate-ways,
How! How can I address?
My cultivated abstract finds no word,
Rather it feels, a part of your property,
All I try, find I, are debts from you,
Yet my ardency, wishes to address,
With my honest poverty and humble bread.
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