Tell me, how much will you pay for a drop of tears. Have you seen the Taj, if yes, You'll comprehend that the eye made of white stone may cry. May be, it became afraid of death, drowning into moon light. If you filter your heart, with a strainer, love will be good. If not a drop of dew is found, The heart of the flower will dry up. Only for a drop of rain, the river and the forest will wake up in despair, again. Once in love, let's touch the water of Blue River. In the dust of earth, I've worshiped you not finding the God nearby. I wanted to get closer to the God by loving you. Take your heart at your hand and pour a teardrop on it.
Make a dome of Love, after my death, somewhere in this world. I won't mind, if there is no river beside.