Tell to me, are you lighting?
Are you the Eve of love,
Are your eyes the shape swords?
Are you a rain? Or a drizzle of music?
Are you a garden in human form?
Whenever you’re with me,
I am on the top of Himalayas?
Whenever you’re not with me,
Himalayas will be on me?
Oh! Statue! What’s this strange?
You are carving a sculptor?
One breath is enough for both of us to live,
Love is absent mindedness.
I forget myself….
You’ve forgotten yourself….
We have been united for forgetting ourselves.
World will nod, if I recite a poem like you.
If Taj Mahal meets lover like us,
It will clap in appreciation.
Earth exists in the present of love at the end.
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