I have nothing to do with you,
But in the beginning here,
Our love is the only truth.
The love is under my control
But not the truth of love,
For which I appear at your door.
Door is opened that I know,
But for entry tax I have to pay
That is the trouble for me, dear.
I know love, I know truth,
Where you are going and what
You are doing here for so long.
I wish it should continue
For me and for you, for love, for truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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