Month of autumn,
The sky appears blue,
Clouds in clusters
Hovering over my head,
As if it gives me a shed.
I was staring at the sky,
The blue sky appears to me
A piece of paper,
And the clouds as ink,
There on the paper
I painted your name
With my fingures.
Can you see the paintings
That I have painted
On the sky?
Can you feel the depth of love
That I am bearing in my heart?
If you want
I could pierce my heart,
And can show you
That there is a temple
And a devi is residing there,
And a darvish is worshipping
Sprawling his body
Beneath your feet.
O love,
Do not betray me,
The whole creation means love,
Then why are you so detached from me?
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