On the scorching earth
Aaeshanee stood first
With her breath
We all are here
To wage war only
With time and
Thanks to Aaeshanee
That she joined us.
I know, Aaeshanee has
Identity with mother
Mother board that
Ever-existent
Aaeshanee is whole
I know, and I treat her
Like that always
With a new identification mark.
I told my son, Chandan
Be careful, my dear
Keep yourself ever ready
To do that are conducive
To Aaeshanee, of course I know
Everybody is coming on his
Own way and doing own works
And going away after completion.
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