Zamaana guzr gaya hai mehbooba ko jaatay huay
Lakin uski khushboo ab bhi usay aati hai.
Har raat vo sota hai
Us ka khushboo bhra nightgown
Apne sir k neechay rakhay huay.
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Perfumed Nightgown
Poem by Lamar Cole
She was now long gone.
But her scent lingered.
He slept every night with her perfumed nightgown.
Underneath his head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem