You have given naught
To my searching eons
yet I keep nothingness
To find you in my faith
You have longer flames
To fire my dried breath
Yet I waver not
To find you in my flicker
You play a harp
To my string-less heart
Yet I sing a praise
To your roving clouds
You are there everywhere
To quench my thirst
Yet I find 'papiha'
To call my nest-less rain
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