Eventhough you are not beside me,
I feel those gentle caresses
Which were gifted by your tender palms.
Eventhough you are far from me,
I feel those hearty pulses
Possessed by your divine passion.
Wherever you may be,
Always I remember those days
Which were spilled over by love-stream.
Those clasply shared moments
In which we and our dreams
Dissolved quite each other.
Even if you won't return again,
I behold your countenance,
Your smile that moved my vein.
Those delicate expressions
Which showered the smell of love on me,
Either touching or not touching.
Those ineffable lustres of your face
Helped the spring's flowers
Be filled with honey dews.
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