My rivals, strong and possessive, with beats,
Want me to prove my love to my lost identity.

Adored, invisible hidden still near
My internal eyes identify Him every second.

But my critics suffer from half loss of sight.
Hearing messed up, wits bogged down.

For them the potent rays of the Sun, 
The self-assurance of the Moon is unreal. 

The ugly vision of universe has dismayed them.
But my darling is veiled in drapes.

I have removed all veils covering the Self. 
To touch the deepest well of Self. 

His eternal charm has cheered my existence, 
Let the secrets of Self-stay hidden eternally.

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