Where will I hide my anguish
Your had withdrawn your aanchal
Long ago
I hide them in my songs
But you do not sing them anymore
That I could bury my face
In your lap
And the world fade away
Perhaps I will hide them
In the temple
He who does not exist
Cannot steal
And when the lamp you lit goes out
My anguish will be hid
In the darkness of light
Pratip
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