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Yearning For Your Love (A Grief of Water Lily)

Dec 2, 2025
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By Sethulekshmi Rajeesh


Oh, dear do you remember our bygone salad days?

You showered the light of love on me

I was your beloved, your little water Lily.

You were the king of sky, a social butterfly among the stars.


You uplifted me, then I became your queen.

Disparities were there, but our love accomplished the beauty of life.

I brightened like a queen beneath your shadow.

You cherished me to awaken myself.


We went through the magic of love.

You considered me as a princess, companion and your mother.

We fell head over heels each other.

Bygone days gifted me to indelible memories of love.


Suddenly the moon dissipates from the sky

I fell down to the depth of mud.

Universe went into darkness, stars screamed.

I was unceremoniously dropped by the fate!


But you embellished by yourself on God

And I am going through a rough patch.

My heart was filled with anguish of losing love and hope.

Oh’ Dear if you had invited me into your world, I would have come within a moment.


You know, I box up my feelings and acted as a phlegmatic and normal

I am going through the ordeal, uncanny waves of emotions.

But I strongly believe that still you are lighting the love up on your little lily

It will make me strong and tenacious.


I still believe in the purity of our love

We will break the jinx of all curse of separation.

It will never follow us in any of our rebirth.

I crossed my heart, I promise we will meet again for accomplishing our incomplete desires.


By Sethulekshmi Rajeesh


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