My dear friend
I am not a stone or crag
Not a mannequin in a showcase
With transcribed splendour
To display in all
I am neither a gorgeous expensive sari
Nor a diamonds studded nose-ring
I am not happiness on sale in the market
My dear friend
Entire night when it melted the moon
And smeared it to the fog- veiled dim light
When thirst quenches
With melted expressions and emotions as a flow
As enjoying the elixir and achieving the eternity
-I appear
This is not a chapter where
You can change the paragraphs at your will,
It is not a document to rearrange overnight
It is not the chair
That can move mountains
Without even moving a finger
Silently gathering the emotions
Without even a hint
The inner Tsunami that
Fuses the souls-
In the fire of emotions when it burns
And germinates as dream of pure gold,
Then
The long travel of two souls together
At the end the Taj Mahal -is the friendship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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