Like a song
Of the Wrath of God,
A kind cool burn,
A shine,
This Love is so binding
This Love is so Unlocked,
Can you not see?
Girl,
How like tyger the kind mystery
of God
Burn,
As if a symmetry
So Holy,
That me rises
Only to die
In your lap full of mirth...
As if a birth...
As if Roshni
Ru ba ru
Singing
Traveling...
And we gliding...
Ru ba ru
Roshni
Of the morn
Singing...
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