Where thee, can no one tell me. Inside the white bank! I guess,
Feeling might be common, thy vision ain't gorgeous!
Untolerable hot, unshowable lightenings, nor untouchable cold, thee are inside there?
I thought thou making hide-and-seek, Not feeling I'm common.
Realizing thee be beautiful, Seeing be strenuous by me, a less.
Being hide should be precious, for me it's a tenacious.
Being tragic event, thou in sleep. Which is important thine sleep or their
Lives? I'm waiting for thy repercussion.
Thou know, life's sadness, curriculum and happiness,
But thou give them actual learnings, what is precious in precious.
When lord Swamiji and Ramkrishna get you, I am not where,
No! No! I'll never cease praying, Will stay for thee session to session.
Eras will be exceeded, I'll continued to pray thee,
I want thee, I feel thee. Don't steer my mind from thee.
"Death in death! Oh! Thee Beside me, so beautiful!"
Oh! Thee beside me, so beautiful! In a park,
Thou saw only two seats, why? In spring, under a tree,
Thou and me, lay on my body, Oh! not be concluded.
And when thy red grown lips touched mine, I went death!
Contacting eyes fall mine Universe; Two tongues, make electricity, thou mark!
Tonight, when I see thy hiddens, Its odour is like heaven; it, making thee
Goddess; night not be lasted, Cancer is covering fully, I'm dead
In birth; they reckon my destiny, can be today my death.
Thou go to someone when I'm not; I died, body falls ground stark;
My soul does show thou hast pass'd mine apprently.
I, couldn't get peace after death; thine beauty and my disease spread
Not to death, fall me to death after death.
Death in death, makes my soul's life tenacious,
Thou hast no sin, my imagination is my fault; you're precious.