That star in the vast sky
On a cloud veiled night,
She names it after him.
Colored bottle, a parchment and ink
She writes his name again and again
And hides it beneath a mango tree,
Upon the wet sand on a rainy day
A quivering finger draws the letters
That spell his name, that spell her name.
What is life without this name, she says
That gives an identity to the soul
A soul that blends dreams with reality
A soul that breathes a bright hue into love
A soul that lives within him yet belongs to her.
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