Words never go wrong
They make song
In your praise
And remain in race

You must feel
That they are real will
Desire
And no satire

I have garden
Of my own
Where all colors
Are confined with flowers

You are chosen as one
That place is for no one
You occupy place as queen
Such scene is never seen

I feel you always near
For me to hear
Simple whisper
That you utter

I swim
And feel them
Only to sink
With force to think

Will you hold?
And be bold
To tell world
About Love and its hold

I shall look upon
At battle zone
Where king holds sway
To take queen away

hasmukh amathalal

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