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aakul keshe aashe
She comes in dishevelled state
She gazes in dejection
Who is she, ever pining for her beloved?
At dawn when my eyes are heavy with sleep
In my lonely abode, with the fragrance of flowers wafting in the wind
She drifts into my morning dream as I lay ensconced in my bed
I wake up with a start
Her shadowy form fades away in a flash
All she leaves behind is a fervent yearning in the garden
aakul keshe aashe
She comes in dishevelled state
She gazes in dejection
Who is she, ever pining for her beloved?
At dawn when my eyes are heavy with sleep
In my lonely abode, with the fragrance of flowers wafting in the wind
She drifts into my morning dream as I lay ensconced in my bed
I wake up with a start
Her shadowy form fades away in a flash
All she leaves behind is a fervent yearning in the garden
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