In the garden of gloom,
I lay awake, wrestling for room!
Rotting was I by the corpse's side;
Seeing you then, I thought of a bride!
Amid the nature next door and the butterflies,
Smiling you sat like a goddess beneath skies!
Eyes on the flowers - blooming in your power -
never searched for the luscious sights of the lover!
So I lay havocked, in the garden of doom,
betrayed by time, an unlucky groom!
I realized, the best days were all past
and then, a notion aroused so fast -
Tease me not, love; never see me so here!
I shall pass away fast to bloom by your side there!
Sree
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