Your magnetic touch
can sprout buds of hope
in the dying arbor
and can concieve life
in the menopausal womb.
You can create ecstasy
in the paralysed nerves.
For you nothing impossible
Beneath the shroud of sorrow
You can unravel crown of happiness
Yes amidist dreaded disaster
You are the source of smile.
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