Yaksha writing down love letters,
Putting the things of his heart
On paper
On seeing the clouds,
Hovering around
And it blackening, darkening,
Swans flying in droves,
Clouds gathering for a shower
And suppose you it goes lightning,
What will it on the heart of the beloved
Aloof from me?
And as there is none to carry on my letters,
Can the clouds transmit the message
To the beloved in waiting,
Getting my message sent across
That he lies it waiting for you so earnestly, my love?
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