and you locked even the thick wooden doors.
Neither will you let anybody in
Nor you’ll let anyone go out,
I can’t believe.
A soft and delicate green creeper
can spread so quickly all round.
So densely that the mosques,
the churches and the temples,
all were hidden in pink flowers.
Neither I heard any call for the prayers
nor I listened to the inviting bells.
I don’t know where are the hells?
Pink Vine Messina! I am flower locked,
The chain of softness and delicacy
is mighty enough to confine me here,
fine sweetheart! Don’t let me go anywhere.

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