VIPINS PUTHOORAN -

Thou immured me in thy mirrors,
Of soul-admitting all the errors,
All the unforgettable transgressions,
And all the fiendish agressions,
That I showed to thy heart.
O, Teach me, my beloved!
With the beat of thy heart's love,
A Lesson-so to do a good deed
For I shall fly again like a dove.
To carry thee on my wings-
By a love-song in our tongues;
Above the hill, the meadow and the sea,
Beloved! thou art always beloved to me.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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