A thought consoling me,
That how much shall they try
to part us, thus shall strengthen our love
That how much shall they make us cry
In our cries shall be joys of us
How much tyranny they may show
That much shall be our resolve
How much they seek my sorrow
I shall make you mine for sure one day
If that day may not be just tomorrow
But one day we shall meet
May in prison we shall greet
But then our unison is inevitable
And it is surely a place on this very earth
For, I don't believe in heavens
Coz for heavens, there is a dearth
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