Sometimes You make cry, sometimes laugh You cause;
What You fancy, I can't comprehend.
Sometimes You observe, other times You ignore;
Having pondered liila, I go on, become speechless.
Summer's bracing jui garland,
Juthika wetted by monsoon exudation,
And the night jasmine smiling upon dusk of Autumn,
Why You bring; the answer I don't get.
By the pre-winter's pallid-pleasant quality,
By wintry inertia honed and quivering,
By the springtime's floral beauty;
What You keep telling, that I only guess.
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Everything's a mystery to me.
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