Under my pillow, I find my sleep has been lost.
You know the reason for those tears & their costs.
I pretend to be with you every night
but you've never been near my eyesight.

This isn't the first time I'm writing to you.
Even words aren't so young or brand new.
From the very first letter to the ends
I could write merely for a few seconds.
Framing words for you are really tough
or say, words aren't qualified enough.

At the edge of the hills under the blue
I can't go there without you.
I hope at least this desire will come true
Now, you can get my happy ending's clue.

Maybe in another world of another time
or maybe in another sunshine.
We would be together on the same pillow
or maybe we'd be introducing ourselves with the same hello.

- Diwakar Gupta ✍️