Praises - Poem by Liza Sud
I don't want to sing praises to you
and no dithyrambs, no flattery,
To my heart you are so good,
that there are no strong comparisons.
No poems I want to write?
with your stillness to be in one,
As a tomb I want to be numb,
to express all I feel and suffer.
Yours unparalleled is in me,
as the first sip of milk for a child,
eyes are open to sky, which blinks,
where you are the only star...
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