In this city of loveYour memories tinkle like an anklet My heart rhymes melodies to its tune And affection shines like a droplet
The bird of hope singsPerched on the branches of twilight;Never grieve for anythingFor, the day always follows the night!
Before the tears of the eyes dry outLet them sprinkle words on the paper Life is short and the man shall dieBut the words shall live on forever...
It's literature that provides solace to hearts wounded by man made divisions of religion, race, class, gender and class...
Requiring neither wood nor urns,Inside me is a fire that burns;Advising me to never accept defeat,The blessed fruit of hope it churns!
Thirst is the aim for quest,It keeps inspiring to find more and more;Otherwise, satisfied we would sit,And lazily rest on the shore!
Where all lines and rays convergeWhere no one can travel furtherOne finds the abode of the soulAnd here, all routes one can augur
Hold my hands O Lord!Teach me to walk once againMy mind is covered with clouds darkAnd my soul wriggles in pain!
Yesterday night gave birthTo a song, spirited and sprightly;It made my soul sparkle too,And since then, I have been oh so lively!
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