Love is an expanse of selflessness
Amazing duty was the fabric of your dress
Self-identity is only but a toy
What you made of us was your joy
The hearth is never hungry where faith is kept
Dinner was always ready before we slept
You never questioned why fate’s white moon has brown
You knew that a feather can weigh as much as a crown
There is a fortress in every grain of memory
Nectar is relic in every spoonful of honey
Knuckles may be worn out, but they leave behind
their soul in every vessel that they shine
Lights can never dim where love is the wire
The wood never burns out in the lifelong fire
The soul is vapour, turning to rain another day
The potter’s glory is in the way he shaped his clay
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