After the days of careful search
In the garden of my mind
With my toils round the seasons
I have picked up few bright flowers
Pink, blue, violet and red
Those of many smell and colour!
As I desired to make a garland
By piecing the flowers together
With a running thread of love,
I sustained pain several times
By the pricks of the needle
Being unmindful and careless
Due to your thoughts engrossing me!
And the process gave much pleasure
As I thought of you all along!
Soon I will be able
To finish making my garland
And I will wait for a suitable date
To come to you with it
For placing around your beautiful neck!
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