Making me forget
About my own body
You stood erect
Before me all days.
Raining down flowers
From Your place
You decorated me
With Your own image.
Nothing is mine
You made me realized
And You kept me all days
Under the wish-yielding tree.
Here I started meritorious deeds
That is ever ready to bear new fruits.
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Beautiful poem. Loved the lines. Here I started meritorious deeds That is ever ready to bear new fruits...