I am not the incense but why burn
In silent evening the smoke washed alone
I'm not sure why the fire
Nishi Mehfil kills everyone happy
I'm not wax but the lights are light
He melted in the light
I'm not the pishi Tulsi floating on the floor
She died like a pim in the fire
I'm neither twisted coil but still blaze
She smells like a mosquito in Nirala
I do not go to the chandelier Sarabha
Lots of watery dance rhyme lose
Continue to go
To burn
You smoked my heart with a smell of smell
I am still in the light of the blue sky of pain.
