Separation.

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Called suddenly a voice,
And She looked up;
She wasn't given a choice,
And She followed her.

From a distance She could see,
The majestic chariot was ready;
Heart started getting white you see,
And Her hands weren't steady.

What would I do without Him?
How would I breath without Him?
She thought in dismay.

As if life was being sucked out,
As if draught captured Her voice;
As if rain flooded out, from Her eyes,
As if Her legs had to decide:
To just run after the chariot.

Just a last glimpse of His beauty,
Just a moment of hearing,
She thought in dismay.

Being embraced by His remembrance,
By His divine love;
She kept tearing out from a distance,
And saw Him leaving,
And She was in bitter sweet separation:
From Her Supreme most beloved.

Being embraced by His remembrance,By His divine love;She kept tearing out from a distance,And saw Him leaving,And She was in bitter sweet separation:From Her Supreme most beloved

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