Longing for love urges,
me to lament incessently,
but the state of my Heart,
is such that even breathing,
fills it with agitation,
look at my fate, i feel envy,
even of myself and although,
i glance at her sometimes,
how can i gaze at her,
the drop of dew on the tulip Petal,
is not without significance,
a scar on an unfeeling heart,
is a shameful sight worth seeing....
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