Alone in this court of people
Seeking a friend to be here
Never did I thought I will stumble
A vacuum in my heart of longing
Wishing you here to appear
Who would thought I will be in this battle?
People surround me in mere
In my eyes you are like an apple
Will you believe me if I'll be saying,
Not seeing you my heart is in spear?
How long will I be in this grapple?
I hope I am a seer
So that I will see your love's ample
When will be the day of seeing?
That day will come, your face will give me cheer!
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