The crow cries loud upon the roof,
A sudden hiccup, proof on proof.
Mark my words, let the day attest,
My beloved's message, to my breast.
My beloved's message, on its way,
My beloved's message, come what may.
The crow cries loud upon the roof,
A sudden hiccup, proof on proof.
Mark my words, let the day attest,
My beloved's message, to my breast.
My beloved's message, on its way,
My beloved's message, come what may.
Showers of joy, the wait is done,
In barren eyes, new blooms have spun.
This monsoon now, holds no embrace,
The pain of parting, finds its space.
Mark my words, let the day attest,
My beloved's message, to my breast.
My beloved's message, on its way,
My beloved's message, come what may.
A secret tale, she must have penned,
That very night, until the end.
The paper breathes, her henna's scent,
My heart, a fool, to rapture sent.
The night sings songs, the mad heart knows,
Mark my words, let the day attest,
My beloved's message, to my breast.
My beloved's message, on its way,
My beloved's message, come what may.
Desire awakens, stretches wide,
My solitudes, now open, ride.
In love's dream-city, joy's refrain,
The wedding music, sweet again.
A gentle breeze, her fragrance flown,
Mark my words, let the day attest,
My beloved's message, to my breast.
My beloved's message, on its way,
My beloved's message, come what may.
The crow cries loud upon the roof,
A sudden hiccup, proof on proof.
Mark my words, let the day attest,
My beloved's message, to my breast.
My beloved's message, on its way,
My beloved's message, come what may.
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