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Rustling through the lotus lakes in darkness,
Shall I compare you with the winter moon,
Yoking my heart in your charming harness,
Rustling through the lotus lakes in darkness,
Oh! My pain of jilted love and your farness,
Would that meet you in the cloudy afternoon
Rustling through the lotus lakes in darkness,
Shall I compare you with the winter moon?


From the Poetic Play "Ajju Darling" © By Saadat Ali Khan Nuhani

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