These ruthless nights seem eternal to me
With the dark night hovering over the sky
With the crescent moon…
With the twinkling stars…
Fair Lady, I wonder if its true
And still I wander-wonder around you
Yet your shadows overcast my presence
Darkening image I find in you!
The quaint dark night nay leaves its place
Yet it has to go…it will go…
For a beginning has an end…
For an end has its beginning
Still the Sun is yet to shine
Still there is lots to say
Still there is lots to wish…
Still there is but just you…
The python’s patience in the wild
Never is wasted
True love in spite of its uni-ness
Never does betray
One day or the other,
I know for sure,
Like the python’s patience in the wild,
My love to her…ought to pay.
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