If I forget a night
Then I will get salvation
Departure is not a sin
your bossom in the garden my heaven
If the hair is a bridge between us
We can pass a thread in pinhole
Weaved wool is a black cover
What light need to show path
For the sun rest
Me thought moon grinded heat
Night with many tales
Of honey spelled by many feathers
Many scent the mid wind brought
The bonded log soaked in milk pot
A dropp in a draught tub
How I run for to ease the thirst
It is not the laugh a sign of hungry
Tree shadow relaxed my breath
Uneven waves makes me struggle
Do not hold castle in the air
Aranthabailu Ummar
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