She comes and touches the pain struck heart
with her soft hands.
She delves deep into my veins
And takes me to the abode of solace.
She relieves me from the life; tedious and monotonous.
and adds colours to my days.
She is my solitary mate
The panacea for my illness.
She is the eternal spark of my thoughts,
a winsome mother.
She can heal the broken hearts
and wipe tears that roll down.
She sweeps away the hatred
that destroys innocence.
She grabs everyone to her
and arrests all in the prison of love...
Oh, 'fair' lady, blow your air into us,
and give life to the lives under peril.
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