You are the reason for my ceaseless craving
My infinite desires, my inestimable longing
I owe to you my existence in this world
I bow to you for getting me deciphered
With hope in my eyes I commence my day
With belief in my heart I wake up and pray
You belong to me is that a hallucination
you always remained for me a fascination
I never wished to pluck the flower I revered
But the nature has for the first time not erred
And now you are with me, for me, inside me
Your fragrance all around has aptly satisfied me
Call us the leaves of the same branch of a tree
We are born free, we live free, we will die free
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