It's here that I lost it
It's all over on this crafted walls
Inscriptions of desire
Where I couldn't wish to look farther.
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Still I lay drunken and wet in the meadow, Still she cling to the fading rose I put on her saree, Still I look at eternity in her profound serenity, Still I lay dreaming. Beautiful ending, i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks for sharing.
Am humbled Shakil Ahmed for your comment