It’s been long since I last spoke
to you,
My heart, bleed in sorrow as and
when I thought of you,
Quill of remembrance caused it an unbearable
pain,
Though, this heart never complaint,
Now, let’s put some life in a fresh
paper,
Since trust in lively bodies was there
never,
What should I say about my words,
When tears were not seen by any of
us,
It’s been a long since I am wide
awake,
What to do …this evening doesn't move ahead,
And, how come I sleep in those
sheets,
When no crumple could be left on
its fine crease,
I want to call out my only name,
However, if you had given me the
same,
Now what else could I say to you,
Since your eyes don’t blush in my
view,
O dearest, at least listen to what I have to say…
O dearest, at least listen to what I have to say…
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