Rajanigandha
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Rajanigandha, you the flower princess,
Will you be my love?
A girl lean and thin, slim figured and beautiful,
Remarkably fragrant and sweetly-scented,
Waiting under the skies,
Blooming in bunches and dew-laden.
You tell me about the secrets of life and the world,
Of love and life.
Man here is mad after name and fame,
But you unmindful of all this,
Making the nights redolent with
And the stray passers-by looking in wonder
Where the scent coming from.
Bu şiiri puanla
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