It’s not a dream at night in bed,
Consciousness in eyes is visible;
Two hearts are there on a fine thread,
Around our love they amble!
None of my dreams are without you.
Extremities are well chained here;
Eyelashes are wet with warm dew,
With millions of days in a year!
I’m not to be erased in any sands,
The drifting of wind is at rest;
Hold me hard in your gentle hands,
Like a book against your breast!
Before the pages turn yellow,
Learn all the words and language;
Use my soft thoughts to mellow,
Is ignorance ahead of knowledge?
There is a hope from the Divine,
My expectations are always true;
Efforts are there unto the deadline,
We will sigh after the rescue!
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