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പ്രിയതമേ, എഴുതുന്നു ഞാൻ,

ഉടവാളിൽ ഉയരും മഷിത്തണ്ടുമായി.

ഇരുളിൽ പിറന്ന അരണ്ട വെളിച്ചമായി

എൻ ജീവൻ്റെ തിരിനാളമായതിൽ,

നന്ദി, ഒരായിരം നന്ദി.


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