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Mind had wanted me to tell You, "Come please"; | |||
Out of shyness I could not speak. | |||
Myriad the lapses that had amassed; | |||
Looking into that morass did not pass. | |||
my | |||
As much as I am not, why then am I Yours? | |||
life | Even staying at a distance, You are my quintessence. | ||
In my life You are huge and incessant; | |||
Having understood this fact, I did not get up. | |||
In a life immobile, You are the wind; | |||
You give dynamism, You bring the current. | |||
You bring rapids to dry rivers, hey the Glacier; | |||
But my power of speech did not happen. | |||
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