Here, resides the autumn leaves

Of plenty promised heaves.

Here, the sand travels afar

With the silent waves of a forlorn tsar.

Here, the banyan stands stout

Amidst the noisy devoted crowd.

Here, I love you –

In the sea of platitudes,

Blossoming river of gratitude.

In your breasts I gather,

My freedom plagues your solitude.

Here, I rest

In your grasping enclaves.

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