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Guardian Devotion
Who's nearer to you than I, my dear,
At twilight's close, my thoughts appear,
I remember you with each day's end,
In my heart, your presence blends.
Who serves crimson tea at day's midway,
Who kindles diya's flame, gently they sway,
Pouring soul's oils, devotion's art,
In the sacred namghor, they play their part.
Who prays in hushed serenity,
Concealing breath, troubled it be,
For your eternal safety they plea,
In whispered hopes, earnest and free.
Deeper than any, my love for you lies,
A voice that beckons, spring's sweet surprise,
Cuckoos in chorus, their melodies ring,
In night's gentle hush, your presence they bring.
Within the silence, your essence is found,
Dreams of the Milky Way, a celestial bound,
As tears grace your eyes, their sorrow I'd erase,
A love eternal, a comforting embrace.
At twilight's close, my thoughts appear,
I remember you with each day's end,
In my heart, your presence blends.
Who serves crimson tea at day's midway,
Who kindles diya's flame, gently they sway,
Pouring soul's oils, devotion's art,
In the sacred namghor, they play their part.
Who prays in hushed serenity,
Concealing breath, troubled it be,
For your eternal safety they plea,
In whispered hopes, earnest and free.
Deeper than any, my love for you lies,
A voice that beckons, spring's sweet surprise,
Cuckoos in chorus, their melodies ring,
In night's gentle hush, your presence they bring.
Within the silence, your essence is found,
Dreams of the Milky Way, a celestial bound,
As tears grace your eyes, their sorrow I'd erase,
A love eternal, a comforting embrace.
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