Are we in sunless garden?
No, never.
Always the sun is there
In our garden and
Flowers are alive, see.
We are here to see
The colourful flowers
And enjoy their beauty.
We are in divine ecstasy,
We are in eternity.
Nothing to grieve,
No cause of grief or
Grievance, being a man of
Confusion has no relevance.
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