To illume the earth,
The sun has to be burnt.
This instance is known,
So I too learnt.
That I shall be scorching,
When you would leave.
Infact, I would be hindered,
But bestow my wish to relieve.
Thinking how would be the eve?
When my eyes would have tears,
And no vigour in my sleeve.
Then a liquid which is ignobly famed,
Would be complice of mine.
Would console my heart in this way,
So I can weep and whine.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
To illume the earth,
The sun has to be burnt.
This instance is known,
So I too learnt.
That I shall be scorching,
When you would leave.
Infact, I would be hindered,
But bestow my wish to relieve.
Thinking how would be the eve?
When my eyes would have tears,
And no vigour in my sleeve.
Then a liquid which is ignobly famed,
Would be complice of mine.
Would console my heart in this way,
So I can weep and whine.
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