Mehera Unwilling blossoms drop from her hands, one and one and one— what will I do without You come back, she cries as they fall at Your feet. Words drop from her lips-come back how will I live without You to mingle with the blossoms, the tears dropped at Your feet. Your form already laden with prayer, garlands and tears, it is her form, hollowed by Your love, she longs to drop, to mingle her being for eternity with Yours-but now has only blossoms, and the bloom of her heart, to drop at Your feet. --Irma Sheppard
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