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Apr 2019


There is no one in this world
There is only ONE for me
I only have my BELOVEDz
There is no other for me

The one who is independent and FREE
The one who is confident and sure
The one who is beautiful - inside out
The one whose smile surrenders enemies
That BELOVEDz rules over
My heart, being, and soul

I don't have any other relationship to live for
Father, mother, spouse, brother, sister, friend,
None of them matter to me
My BELOVEDz is the only relationship I have

What will I do with silver, gold, diamond, pearls?
What will I do with sun, moon, stars, flowers?
I left everything - my religion, sect, work & life
Because nothing but my BELOVEDz matters to me

Even I left my own children for our LOVE
They say - are you not ashamed?
I say "NO", because only my BELOVEDz is mine

I remove all golden necklace of pearls
Now a days - I only like the scent
Of your wild flower garland embraces
Of  YOU my BELOVEDz

Without the worldly pleasures to live for
Day and night, morning and evening
I sow and yield, needle and weave
My tears of sadness and longing
In wait of your LOVE

I taste & store sweet berries & fruits for YOU
I make delicious milk cheese sweets for you
I churn out yummy fruit juices & shakes for you

Those who dislike me and my LOVING BELOVEDZ
- hate my antics of LOVE
Those who like me and my LOVING BELOVEDZ
- cry tears of joy, seeing my LOVE

Why I should be jealous of my BELOVEDz?
Let my BELOVEDz choose whatever
And live a life, do whatever pleases

I'm just a LOVERz, thus a servant forever
My BELOVEDz, I follow you everywhere
Past Present (now) and future
Give a chance to serve you &
Let me be blessed
to show my LOVE for YOU

There is no one else for me
YOU are the only savior of mine -
Always...!

There is no one in this world
There is only ONE for me
I only have my BELOVEDz
There is no other for me




Melancholy of Innocence
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Melancholy of Innocence  Planet Earth
(Planet Earth)   
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