Whenever eyed,
Eyed the surface of my eyes,
Skipping the route to the heart,
The passenger of the ship
Passed over the view of the restless sea;
And believing me to be a stone,
My friend never felt the ball of wax
That dwelt in the marble vase,
Not only to help it live
But also to keep alive the hope of it.
- Ramesh Tiwari
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