Was that the last night
of our life, you bade
me good night?
Protesting against our love,
I floated promises and
lost my right?
Stay back, stay back
my soul wanted to respond
to this call.
But, I had to prepare
for another day
before night-fall.
A great question mark
was painted on the
white screen of canvas.
I simply, wiped it,
to keep straight and green,
the leaves of the grass.
But, a pain I sowed
in the ground of my yard,
which aches me since then.
None could uproot it,
or put balm either,
the same remained the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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