Okram Shakuntala
Crying the sand
Crying the
sand
And crying
the soil
But the eyes
are hidden
Under a
musing Vail
So hard the
time
That allows
not to close
Years long
may cry
But appears
no rose
None can
wake up
Who feign in
slumber
As for the
slot
The water is
danger
Water is
life
For all we
know
Those who
get lives
They may
their head bow
Here is dark
But there is
light
No theory
can act upon
If dark
seems to be bright
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