Are we forgotten like this, so easily;
maybe all the pathways of the world were ignorant,
or was it me? unaware of the currents and currencies?
But, a half defeat leaves such a bad taste in my heart.
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It is here, in the veins and I can feel it,
The dusk of life, the nearing of days.
And here I am, with thoughts to
Grab an image of charm, of scenic fragrance,
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Sufferings, pain and agony
Reach me wherever I am; wherever they live;
Of a lone traveler’s feelings and all he suffers
In that journey,
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There is cold weather embedded,
In the hearts of people,
I keep busy in covering them
With patches of bright sunshine;
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In the glare of scorching sun were caravans
Of spring, beds and beds of roses, in the buds,
Dreams upon dreams in my eyes, in your eyes,
All of it withered away, in the dust of scorching sun.
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Heart, like a hearth, has myriad
Memories to burn, the whole night;
It keeps busy thus; and
Every nook and corner of the street,
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Night gets darker
Eyes like children with hunger and fear, are scared.
In the graveyard of dreams
A new tombstone is added daily.
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Heart, like a hearth, has myriad
Memories to burn, the whole night;
It keeps busy thus; and
Every nook and corner of the street,
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Soul mate, …
Do you remember and believe in
The charm we shared, of
Being together, in love, arms in arms?
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Its for you, everything, this world
The sky, land, my days and nights.
My life, foes and friends are
Counted with just one reference, you!
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