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Till in the nostril air My heart would keep on beating With your heart in unison Till the time we both hyperventilate In resonance and fall as sleep Out of exhaust and tiredness.
Till in me energy and vigour I would keep on striking And raining into you Like the spring from the mountain On the surface of the earth.
Till in the eyes tears I would keep on shedding In your loving and repining memory As leaves shed milky tears When they are subjected to Injury and separation By persistent division, Cut, break or scratch.
Till on your cheeks and lips, Rose is smeared My lips and nose would keep on Hovering and humming Like a bee for honey.
Till in the eyes, images appear I would keep on listening The music and magic of your eyes Like a snake to the charmer.
