I am looking for perfect architect
Who can shape my feeling?
I believe it's only me
To sculpt by praying on knee
You, my son, faraway from me
Only your breadth surrounds me
One full month gone separated
Feeling weight loss of one heart
You, for study, planted away
But from that day
My thirst raise to gulp even bay
Though rivers near my way
You, coronet of my empire
Being left from my head
I lost my lovable throne
And feel like just thrown
See, snowy winter is gone.
For your foot print, Doorsteps long.
Wintry weather leaves blown away
To give you happiest way
Black big grapes are ready to ripe -
So that you and me together shall sip
I feel Newton's apple ready to fall
But praying God not to be on my head
Come soon - the day of together
I can't wait further
You need to seriously bother
How to express ourselves gathered
My son, unable to wait
So I stand near gate
Expecting to change our fate
Please don't be late… late… late…
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