The mystic love yours,
The showering blessings of yours,
These oblige me to live in Illussion.
And corridors rattles sweetness of yours vision.
Seemingly world is a dream rich with happiness.
And residing bench lies in the heart of holiness.
What a pleasant surprize of yours.
I remeber you always,
In dreams,
In reality,
In mist and darkness,
In summer and winter,
Seemingly you have lingered long in menings ,
And clutched the nerves of one for a moment,
Seemingly love is for moment,
Like sand stones,
And listening of muse ,
For a while thinking of yours,
Have ever lasting impression
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"Wa tu izzu man-ta shaa, wa tu zillu man-ta shaa"
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