I Wounded None
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I wounded none
But only hurt myself.
My living is not ordinary
As You see, my living is
To please You only.
I care none
But I pray You.
You are the Truth
Both inside and outside
I wish to associate only with You.
You are kidnapping me
That I know
And I accepted You joyfully
I am alert
With all eager glances.
Because of my shyness
Because of my distress condition
I stayed for a while
And You asked me nothing
For which I am disturbed till now.
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