My life was a blank paper, it remained blank
what ever was written is washed away in tears.
A gust of wind came and,
a flower was plucked from the branch
neither wind nor garden is at fault here.
Fragrance was got lost in air, nothing remained.
Even a flying bird has it's destination, I don't have any
neither a path nor an idea that where i have to go
Just a dream of my life partner remained with me
My life was a blank paper, it remained blank
what ever was written is washed away in tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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