VIPINS PUTHOORAN -

In her he saw a beautiful mind,
That was like a pomegranate fruit
Swung in an unknown wind,
Amidst his heart's drought
But the lornsome man of this world
Moved heavan and earth but nothing he could:
To become her lovable gardener;
As his mind was a wanderer
Always roamed around her vale,
With his face that was pale;
To pluck the rubious pearls,
Of her heart with his dried lips

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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