Whether you want
Gold or perfume
You decide yourself.
Who will advice you
My dear poet, please,
Let me know that.
You are giving the nectar
Through your words, my dear,
And that is the best medicines
For all creatures for ever.
You are the eyes of the world,
You are bringing the sky to the earth
And the earth itself going up to the sky
To you, no meaning of the word 'goodbye'.
gajanan mishra
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