Poem by koyel mitra
Look at that cypress with its branches drooping,
in it woe and lament are trooping;
Its foliage is painted a yellow melancholy,
Its spirits are trying to whisper something holy;
Its burden is not at all light,
in it dwells a penitent sprite;
to express her sins in tears,
so that no one but God hears!
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