The world is too gloomy,
Without your presence,
Rose looks at me, not bloomy,
I wander everywhere looking for your essence,
Never have I met you,
Yet I feel you here,
You don't know me too,
But do you look at me from up there?
Just few years back, I came to know you,
But look, I look for you still,
Beyond realms, my eyes search you,
Dawn meets dusk until.
Many lovers here, all looking for you,
No finders even there, all looking too.
Until you rest peacefully, I write,
In your light, I shine bright!
Come again, another day,
Come, sit on a random May,
We'll talk of you in every way,
I'll speak till I don't know what to say.
My hero, you bore it all,
The world called you strange,
Yet you never did fall,
You still showed compassion in exceptional range.
Your tales always inspire,
Your energy always shines,
The world really did conspire,
And took you away in nines.
But I know, you're proud of me,
Just as here, I'm of you,
Some day, when you shall unite with me,
I'll still tell your tales to you.
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