Yet you are more dear to me than breath

Grab your negligence and get it
My sari is wrapped in the coat of paper!
Weeping cry
The water has dried up when it was in the eye.
I repeatedly said that I did not repeat the firing
Behind the mirror.

The words of another woman in your mouth
How many times have you burned the jealousy?
I wanted to burn myself
Vengeance on you
Going to the wrong river
Came away
At last
I have not seen the face in the broken mirror
Shamu did not cut his legs
Still you did not want me
Never said it in error
My black rose!
Wet in the water of ash
Chaitra sun burn in the sun, waiting for the last spring!
Yet you are more dear to me than breath
And i love you