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Passion
Imprison the sky, it is too limited to handle my love;
Drown the ocean, it is too shallow to hold my passion;
My heart, mind and senses - all out of control -
Cure me, bring the shaman, cure me
Watch the eagle, hawk and raven soar the sky
Let them tear the grey clouds like raging storms
So that I see the cosmic dance performed by deities
Wearing my feelings as anklets causing pulsating rhythm
My love is used as amulet to keep away hatred
Who is he that is talking in sepulchral tone?
Is it Death? Is it near?
I make a promise, you believe in the promise, we break the promise
We separate, we were never together, we separate forever.
Why came separation when Death did not come?
Has love turned deaf? Can?t it hear my cries?
Has love turned blind? Can?t it see I?m dying?
Has love turned cold? Can?t it see I?m burning?
Free the sky so that I drown myself
Save the ocean so that my passion flies.
Priya PURAN
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