I saw it
In the great season,
It was truly a beautiful thing,
I tried to get it
Again and again,
But in vain,
It always receded far away from me,
I began to cry in deep pain and frustration,
After a long time,
Gradually I became calm and serene,
Then I pondered deeply
About the wonderful thing and found that
It also cried for me more painfully
But it was compelled to retreat.
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very lovely poeming painfully indeed let it as it did recede GAUTAMA JI SAID CUT OFF PAIN TO RELIEVE GRIEF u followed him indeed well donnned AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR G