Who Is Not Sad
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Why the moon is so much grieved?
Moon light seems absent minded,
How much the stars are restless!
A silence is ruling the leaves,
wind has lost something,
how static is it?
The dew is crying,
without a reason?
Buds, too, are sleepless.
Queen of Night! Looking for the gone springs?
I am restless, sleepless,
having lost my self!
Could I say!
I am not waiting for her!
How can I say,
not waiting for her.
Night is a passing show!
Just for you,
everyone is sad with me!
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