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On a sudden, the sight. Your look of light stills all, stills all, The curd-pot falls to the ground. Parents and brothers all call a halt. Prise out, they say, this thing from your heart. You've lost your path. Says Meera: Who but you can see in the dark of a heart?
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Your Look Of Light
On a sudden, the sight. Your look of light stills all, stills all, The curd-pot falls to the ground. Parents and brothers all call a halt. Prise out, they say, this thing from your heart. You've lost your path. Says Meera: Who but you can see in the dark of a heart?
1498-1546/India