I savour some things,
Things that belong here;
I donot say that the others I dislike,
But here I like it more!
The innocence still bestowed,
The yet so sincere hesitation,
I donot say that the others I dislike,
But here I like it more!
The innocence still bestowed,
The yet so sincere hesitation,
The thought yet so difficult,
The nut yet so tough to crack!
The injustice met,
The nut yet so tough to crack!
The injustice met,
Ashamed I am;
For such innocence be bled,
Such heinous are our crimes;
But the holi land,
That embodies woman with those pretty black eyes;
That cry not for all,
But bleed in the name of her 'love';
I salute the spirit,
The thought of her eternal love,
That say not her bliss,
But made her a single vow;
And the vow is so precious,
For her it is life;
I know not when I shall have one,
But the one I will keep close;
For I know the treasure so is priceless......
-From a 'foreign bargain' addressed to the land of culture-INDIA
For such innocence be bled,
Such heinous are our crimes;
But the holi land,
That embodies woman with those pretty black eyes;
That cry not for all,
But bleed in the name of her 'love';
I salute the spirit,
The thought of her eternal love,
That say not her bliss,
But made her a single vow;
And the vow is so precious,
For her it is life;
I know not when I shall have one,
But the one I will keep close;
For I know the treasure so is priceless......
-From a 'foreign bargain' addressed to the land of culture-INDIA
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