I wish to be a babe of four or five
who loves the world with a charm. I wish I could get back those days
that were filled with solitude. I could have shown you him. I am here to write these lines
that you want me to. Neither I saw thy face Nor I heard thy voice. I knew it was thee
who masters this world. I am not a poet to write on thee, and I am not a singer to sing on thee. I am not a painter to paint your face so that it is in colors of love
towards the race who are thee children
The only thing which I can say on thee's beheld is that "Oh Lord, thank you for giving me a human life to write on thee.
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