Longed black mole
On the cheek of beloved
Beautifies mind and ministers
Deep glee in the deck of heart
Sudden lost smile and vigour
Never come back.
Dejection wind blows hard
And makes life cheerless.
Like the dried leaves
Love at fray.
Provided deared steps feet
With solace,
Smile and vigour run again
With the message of pleasure
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