OF YOUR WHEREABOUTS
Please tell me something of your whereabouts
I am in need of a little path to your heart
I have heard many stories of your generosity
I wish only a drop from that river of love
Whatever is written in my fortune?
Please tell me once for all, not in pieces
Give me a little support by your love
People say a drowning man catches at a straw
I want to have those tears of your eyes
Which have fallen in your lap suddenly?
There is darkness prevailing everywhere
Give me at least some metaphor of light
The waves of your locks have become slow
Give them a push with the jerk of your love
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