On thy face is thy palm
In thy soul is a great calm
In thoughts deep you are lost
Peep through always into the frost
Have become eternal your this gaze
To looker on always amaze
Thy sitting posture, changes not
And pretty gesture with love fraught
By praising your smile poets and sages
Have become famous and earned wages
No body knows what these rows
On thy forehead something shows
Perhaps About man you are worried
In his thought are you buried?
Your lips are bound but they sound
A foresight of, sweeping change around
When love would be reside in all
No casualty and no death toll
People will live in close relations
All around with peace, would be the nations
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