Soul
A Anjandev Roy
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One, two, three....
I can count all these easily,
But I always find it very difficult
To count my refined love for thee,
As it is surely infinite.
I plead thee not to ask me the exact reason of it,
For I myself don't know the answer of it,
Indeed I sincerely feel my true and great soul is deeply entwined with thee.
Bu şiiri puanla
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