That time of hatred will be-
judged as days of loving
That words of the curse will be -
turned into a blessing.
That look of despising will be-
seemed pleasing.
In my absence! , in my absence!
Waiting for that age is a ravage,
as, our life is like a lightning!
Stop this look of despise,
words of the curse, frenzy.
Even in a drop of blood, I hold love for you.
If the heart is cut into two halves, it reflects your face.
The stomach longs for a mug of love in turn.
Ears yearn for words of tenderness.
Even if you love me or not,
at last, as I am taken to the pyre,
two eyes will be groping for you.
The next day in the grave, it'll remain as two roses!
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