The moon hides her face with the cloud,
When I come nearer to you with love,
Just to avoid and to put me in despair,
The sun removes the veils of the shroud,
To burn my hearts with hatred fraud,
When I go nearer to smell the scent,
The burning of the meat in the desert,
Carries the cold musky wind in nights,
Where shall I go to find the solace?
When the heart of you, turns as a stone,
Hard to keep the aching head on the pillow,
Let my heart turns into the carbon,
Pressure exerted by you, may turn,
That into diamonds, though has no value,
Still the diamond can cut and hurt,
The hardest things in the world,
So I can cut you into pieces to rot.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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