Don't Disturb
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Sathya Narayana
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Disturb not my peace O' flowers
with thy sweet scents, that haunt...daunt!
Worse, thy prattle with butterflies
lest her thoughts retrace my heart and taunt!
Disturb not my sloth, O' silly winds
with thy grating, gyrating caresses!
You rind the confidence, so far
I kept pretending with courage-false!
Disturb not my silence, O' senses,
with dreams, desires and promises
I spurned oh long ago your finesse
when she took my love and gave distress!
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