Take you the bouquet
Of flowers,
White jasmines for you,
A bouquet of rajanigandha sticks
Whitely redolent blooms
But wet with my tears,
Falling tears
And its,
It's my remembrance
And it's,
It's my memory of you!
(For my youngest brother)
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