When in some calm day long,
You see a glimmering glimpse of charm.
And could feel the spark of love,
So deep within the heart so warm.
When in life you fall in love,
And find yourself left with none.
You ask yourself, if it be true
As you love her do she love you too?
When her each word as lecture for thee,
Are precious than pearls, a fact of glee.
When sweetest fruits tastes bitter
And she be sweeter than the sweet-honey.
When fading roses grow once more,
And the eyes do find a child in her.
When the dusk do rise and dawn may fall
And convicted woes do part with colourful pall.
Deep inside there's a palace
In the heart of the lover.
Very close to the valleys of grace,
Yoked together with the naïvety of her,
And stretched across the emotional space.
-M.Saifuddin
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