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PENSIVE THOUGHTS
What ails you O young maiden, Engrossed in your deepest thought, Oblivious that to the Flowers you have fragrance brought? Is it that you have wandered Too far away from your home? Maybe you cannot retrace The path while the sun is gone. Is it that you have met some Prince charming in your sweet dream? Though you are lost in his thoughts, Your eyes have his distant gleam. Is it that for your sweetheart, You have been waiting too long, Wondering with every beat, Does he to you still belong? With your tender emotions, Has someone cruelly played? Has he, in the name of love, Forsaken you and betrayed? No, fair maiden, tell me that You have not parted with mirth. You are so tender and sweet I can’t bear to see you hurt. * Written in abcb 7-7-7-7 format M C Gupta 18 October 2004
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