Drown me not amid the ocean of tears
Remember me not in the throb of your desire
Let not the love get swayed...
When scorned by the clutches of disdain
But, let the love blossom in the shrine of the heart
Let it pave the way from transitory to elevation
Shining every little path and every course
Let the love find its own alley And perceptibly feel the breath of life
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