All the gifts that love gave me
Bloomed as early spring flower
Come and see for yourself
How replenished appears my bower !
Your love blossomed within
It burst into crimson colour
How can I now dare to hide
All your endowed shower !
Seasons come in, seasons go by
Untouched, my beloved flourishes
Uncared for, gardener unaware
In the soul's intimate closets !
~Manjuri~
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