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                                                                                                                                                                                   Ms Vinodhini Vennoo







                                                                                                                                                                        Why did that bolt hurt her eyes?
                                                                                                                                                                        How could he abandon her skies?
                                                                                                                                                                        His brief presence seared her kingdom barren;
                                                                                                                                                                        Yet her skies still yearn for him therein.


                                                                                                                                                                        The skies she beheld today were not calm,
                                                                                                                                                                        Just like the lines on his beloved palm,
                                                                                                                                                                        The sole memory of him, her salving balm.
                                                                                                                                                                        As each broken soul fragment his image besmears,
                                                                                                                                                                        She blooms within his footprints; with fire for tears.


                                                                                                                                                                        If it is raindrops of milk lands await,
                                                                                                                                                                        If it is days of glory Gods await,
                                                                                                                                                                        If it is words of wisdom poets await,
                                                                                                                                                                        Won’t awaiting this love, then, make it great?







                                                                                                                                                                                         This here is one of my favourite songs of all time,
                                                                                                                                                                                            translated and paraphrased with role reversal.
















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