I  am a poor lover from the shores of sand

       In each grains of sand dances his essence

       The castle I live was built with that sand

       The nourishment that he feeds is sand

        The robe that I wore is made out of sand    

        I love and live in everything that is sand 

        Alas! I failed to dance with the essence of sand .


       I am a poor lover from the beds of void 

      In all the hovering Voids dwells his silence

     The life I breathe is full of that void

     The warmth that hovers in the vacuum is void

      The dance of cosmos in which I am is also a void

      I love and live in everything that is void

     Alas ! I failed to swirl with the silence of the void.


    I am a poor lover from the books of said

   In each and every word said lingers his trance 

   The oneness in many words that are said

   The revealed and unrevealed forms of said

   The whole of him in that I am a character that is said

   I love and live in the  tongues of the lovers who said

  Alas ! I failed to whirl with the trance of said .

   

                   

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