I wish'd love she requite - in desperation!
But can a tree which offers its shadow
To fagg'd pedestrians need shade in return?
And so, for love I shouldn't sink to the low.
Up into me I look there lies the whole
Life for me, my foliage, my boughs and buds,
That I exist not in my want, but in dole -
Light of the sun that he selflessly accords :
By love of sun is made the love of mine,
And for which virtue I can't be demanding -
This so niggardly handout for my Tzarine -
While I skip sun despite true offering!
My love for her is what a shade just means,
This love does die as darkness intervenes!!
-- N P SAMAL
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