Saw the bioscope The intoxication of the bioscope does not leave me. Your uncle's house on the right Pond ghat on the left I don't grow old with that thought. Lotus-rose in the heart I am drawing my face in prose and verse I was walking around the color fair Wonderful is your eye No one can blink like that.
Suddenly I gave you the mind I did not want to return any day The mind is in your hands I owe you
Even if the mind loses, the people of the mind do not lose. At the color fair of your house Saw the bioscope The intoxication of the bioscope does not leave me. Your uncle's house on the right Pond ghat on the left I don't grow old with that thought.
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