My foe, fetch no weapon to kill me,
Instead bring me my beloved,
Who kills me outright,
With her sanguinary looks….
Why fetch the anesthesia??
Just bestow the angel,
Whose pleasing seraphic voice,
Can slay my consciousness…..
Chant of any magus can’t bewitch me,
If you want me trapped,
Presage my lass to smile,
She smiles and your work is done…..
Want to ruin my sleep??
Minstrel, Don’t play on any tune,
I stare at my beloved’s glinting eyes,
And the complete night awake am I…..
I am the richest of men,
If I have her with me..
But once she is gone,
Amongst the poor ,I’ll lead the list….
__ABHISHEK RATH.
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