I blossom with fragrance
I blossom, though I am wood
I blossom with grace and nonchalance
Then, came the butcher of wood
To chop me off with a knife, for his own good
Tears drown my mother trunk
And I am drowned in the poison
I blossom, though I am wood
I blossom with grace and nonchalance
Then, came the butcher of wood
To chop me off with a knife, for his own good
Tears drown my mother trunk
And I am drowned in the poison
That the butcher drunk
At times in his casket, at times in his basket
I travel through the forests and land up in streets
Where the master of death meets and greets
He takes me to the grave,
At times in his casket, at times in his basket
I travel through the forests and land up in streets
Where the master of death meets and greets
He takes me to the grave,
Which may be his house or a factory
Where I reside for some angel to save
None comes to rescue, I await in death queue
Crush in a machine to tinge forehead or skin
Serve the gods and demons as they were my kith and kin
Whether I wither in the air or drown in waters
Who cares?
For, I am Sandalwood meant to die for others good
Where I reside for some angel to save
None comes to rescue, I await in death queue
Crush in a machine to tinge forehead or skin
Serve the gods and demons as they were my kith and kin
Whether I wither in the air or drown in waters
Who cares?
For, I am Sandalwood meant to die for others good
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