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Love is something like this:
Talking to yourself in solitude,
Sometimes smiling in front of the mirror,
Often suppressing a smile,
Holding back tears after they've flowed,
Deceiving your heart by pretending,
Pretending to be fine when you're not.
Shedding tears on your hands,
Then wiping them away,
And once again fooling yourself,
Pretending to laugh,
Pretending to cry,
Walking aimlessly in your dreams.
Walking, not knowing where to go,
While thinking of someone who isn't yours,
Smiling and asking yourself,
'Is this what love is? '
Yes,
Love is like this.
**Fehmeeda Khalid**
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I would like to translate this poem