A line gets etched on paper -
Reminding of your flowing hair.
Hold your thoughts close to myself -
Despite, your image gets blurred.
Drinking the tears of sadness -
A poetry gets written.
In my dreams, bending with tenderness -
Light of sun, a reality dawns,
A stray memory, calls your name -
Raj, this identity of yours, why it gives pain?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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