You walked in those streets
with your lotus like feet
When you laughed there
the dimples kissed your cheeks
When you moved your waist
the rivers would change directions
And hearing your laughter
the crops would ripen
I am no longer there
I have left those streets
When you used to walk there
sun rays would come from your heals
Now on the doorsteps in those street
there is always an evening
When you would let your tresses
fall on your shoulders
The night would embrace your hair
and stay on your pillow all night
I am no longer there
I have left those streets
My heart now aches
It is like a piece of stone
A bottomless well
A dead end street
A brief moment
that never seems to end.
I want to end its sufferings
But they never end
They keep on coming.
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