The silent tears that mark my cheeks,
will never be seen outside of me.
My quiet cries and sufferings,
shall be seen as carefree happiness.
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Mira, you are a really true self,
Sufferings arise for power & pelf;
Joys and sorrows ruffle up the body,
Calm as deep sea is self''s melody.
From true self the poetic bliss flows,
All your sufferings of the body mows.
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Mira, you are a really true self, Sufferings arise for power & pelf; Joys and sorrows ruffle up the body, Calm as deep sea is self''s melody. From true self the poetic bliss flows, All your sufferings of the body mows.