The trees of summer
mourned the loss of
their fellows after a storm.

Evermore
who are left behind
contemplate
why they were spared
for the rest of their life.

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our hearts
to hold
but forgot
holding hands.

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किस रोज़ उस गली से गुज़रा मैं,




वो बचपन की सिमटी यादें
जो चौबारे पर बैठी थीं।

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around my waist
kiss me love
let me savour your taste.

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the longings
of my heart.

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*Parallel world*
Me to my relatives:

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,
I'll always have a home
to feel homesick for.

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and the pitter patter
of the rain
a song
that not every listener
appreciates truly.

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She still writes his name
as muse
for her poetry.

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Me everytime I come out of my room:

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