You have not left any traces, nor do you wish to be reached
Though your songs are being sung, by the saints and birds.
Deep in my hollow heart, you made a permanent place
By playing your finest flutes,which float around my soul.
Though you are not far and resides within
My heart is at unrest since eyes cannot perceive
Your scent reaches the heart with every breath I take
Still mind is searching your whereabouts.

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