Yourself I adore;
How do I describe, I edify whom?
Entering inside mind, You fathom
My thoughts unexpressed, like the flow of Phalgu.[1]
My thought does not find language;
All hope is pain-struck.
Desert-thirst, summer's corpse,
Tears they exude.
Like a river spilling o'er the shore,
A ballerina dances, churning thought.
Surging upwards is effusive heart,
Calmly unmoved.
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There's no room for attractions of this world.
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