for how long
are you going to talk
about your problems?
Isn't it a miracle to look around
and notice that
everything comes and leaves?
even your most treasured visitors
will leave you one morning
because it is their destiny –
if you could open your inner eyes
and see the ground on which
you walk everyday –
it is baked with a diamond mud–
and the music deep inside your breath –
these don’t fade away –
For heaven’s sake ,
talk to me about it for a minute –
sing to me of the one that
never comes or goes –
your Majesty would eclipse
a thousand sunrises
and a tulip would want to flower
on your lips -
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