I crave to meet thee once, my master
My mind is intolerant at thy absence
When, in none, I find my home
And death is about to come in a trench
Nor I live, nor happinesses come.

Thou, know more about how I shed tear.
Undrenched by thy care when I hope,
All, day in and day out, seem to go
Beyond my grasp; so, everything is but nope
At the command of daily stress and woe.

Yet I try, know, to conquer, or never fear
What thou allotted to my legacy
As just as the North wind is by Himalaya
Ignited; O, yet I know thy privacy!
My death must bring me to thee.



11/22/2015

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