I have let my tears flow,
I cannot conceal them for long.
The pain already caused that I suffer,
Has become unbearable;
...
My white handkerchief,
Freshly washed and ironed
Was on the table waiting for me to pick it up,
It softly reminded -
...
O Gentle breeze!
Do not pass me by
As you would a wind-chime
Hanging outside my window,
...
‘You carry me, and my load of tea,
I torture you, I do, '
Said the cup to the saucer,
It flings a taunt.
...
Very dry and dirty
The crumpled leaves
Cover the grass.
...
My friend,
Tell me honestly,
Are my thoughts old,
Are they stale,
...
My evenings,
Quiet and dreary,
Spent, with a book
In my hand
...
In this gallery of quiet
Nobody needs to shout.
That which is worthy of notice
Can be heard,
...
On the 5th day of April
Seventy-seven years ago,
I was born.
I took my first breath.
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Murti, I heard you bought a car,
Is it a new one?
Oh! It is the new Ciaz,
...