Comments about Nahar piya
He is watching the sun every day,
I also see.
He's under the sky,
I am also
Only two are looking different.
He is awake at night, I too
I thought I could not sleep, thinking that someone might be slumbering.
That one bird is flying.
Maybe he will be in his area.
Fly over my head, go over his head.
Maybe I will not touch him or he will not.
But there will be some communication,
Some invisible shades and unknown emotions
That's my love for him.