She who peeps through her windows
is strangely unhappy-
Because a blue dead butterfly sticks to a blossom in her yard-
Terrified tearfilled eyes in prayers-
The frightful world is cruel -she fears
Fragrant breaths of life -purity of eyes
Lamp of hope lit-brightens up life
For you my eyes dampened after ages
Turning hard feelings to soft after ages
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