My eyes are not in my control
They are yearning to see you
I'm missing you desperately
I'm missing your life-making presence
I won't answer any call
I won't talk to you on call
Everybody is sleeping here
Soon winters will reach here
The solitude will grow intense
Its smoky nights will make me miss you more
They will make me long for your cuddle
With you I feel perfectly homely
This distance is killing me softly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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