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Do Not You

Do Not You ?

Oh gentle winds and the moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Oh trees and branches here about,
Do not you sense my fears and doubts ?
Oh flowing rivers, and sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams ?
Oh green meadows touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts askew ?
Oh all those twinkling and bright stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars ?
Oh do not seek my mournful heart Oh Breeze!
Because you will not find it among these trees…
It had been scattered in the moonlit skies
Along with my heartfelt sighs,
It is mingled with the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It has been buried under the meadow fair,
Joined with all my sorrows there.

But no gentle breeze will look for my heart,
For simply, it has been torn apart…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag