There is no flower
Beyond of your sight
When your vision falls on it
Heart makes it bloomed
Never I felt your love
Untill its sublimity
Touched my heart
I stooped towards your grace
I breathed the fragrance of that jest
And the flower once again
Peeped Through my craving den
My heart is opened for that love
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