In the rainy season,
Thy face in the heart coirt.
Always keeps knocking,
In the changing times of the season.
After all what have you given in the gift.
Who keeps torturing me, in full buzzer.
Suddenly, your feeding face,
In the throats of eyes.
Can not forget you in.
Ever changing world.
You are forzen like that,
In the door of my heart.
This is how divination is,
In changing behaviour.
Think about someone else,
But in front of you.
You are coming my heart is shining in a hand.
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