I shall not entreat you again,
To be with me and watch this pain.
I shall part with you,
Since you want it so.
I shall not wear flowers in my hair,
For you will not smell them.
Neither shall walk towards a sunset,
For we part ways here.
Lest you forget, I just remind you,
That you were just a flower in my garden.
A flower where I lingered,
For a while, as we passed each other.
Jayamala.

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