pricks in the eye my life that was once fresh
changed itself to a ray of light was different before
now what is a custom was not practised before
the night soulful was extremely different before
spreads all in the scatter of sunshine
leaflets also were when diamond dusted
shying before slightest caress
beloveds had delcate dignities that shrivelled quick
beauty of draped garments were drops of joy
like oasis in desserts of hearts
speech so sweet magical to ears
softness turned to hardness that was missing before
the music picked from the noise of the oceans
to make the anklets worn by beloveds
part of the night passed , the rest remains to be seen
burning memories of past sspent with me
when freed to join the lover
like the free breeze whirling around aimless
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