Md. Hanif |
- Md. Hanif
I saw her in the morning fieldLike a shadow on dancing hill
Full of tears, and hope of will
That made me blind with a seal
Life is dream, life is real
And the world is not its slave
Men may think, men may bear
But they do nothing and they crave
Oh my dear make me lyre
With thy sweet love
And be with my desire
To fly in the above
Spray thy buds in the air
To change thy colour and pair
Far from the world and care
Fled thou here, fled thou there.
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