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Tears
At the cost of tears
I sit down, Sanu besides me.
Not just love; a bundle of smiles-
The type I've praised of; friendship.
Friendship- the more I lose it,
The more it gains Balli.
Hence, all at the cost of tears.
Active drops of salty waters;
Active Balli mingling into
The essence of Sanu.
Dead Balli laid down-
Coarse sand not pinching him,
But active senses.
She does not come to incense my soul,
She is already mingled in the soul.
I feel her dying along with it.
1 comment:
oh i thought she was the other one.But i think sanu is good
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