You don't like to come in front;
Do come, please arrive, inside eyes.
I don't want You loath or displeased;
I want You to smile.
Catching You does not succeed;
So say the folk who are knowing.
I am stupid, knowledge lacking;
To hold grace I desire.
What happens not by Your kindness?
Powerless, a mountain gets overleapt.
The mute also speak in a moment;
Upon me Moon smiles in a trice.
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Anything else is my disgrace.
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