By which you can take sweet revenge of all hates
Without cloud from above precipitates like dew
And from all around perpetuates upon you
But these drops of dislikes are blessings, boons in disguise
Secretly they turn into a piece of precious diamond
As they clearly reflect the fine light of recognition
Of the change you bring upon, in and out, by blooming beauty
Without giving love a name or any definition
All are called out and invitations are sent to all sorts of bees
Like a flower without any discrimination.