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If you ever leave the anchor of the mind and stop at the river bank,
If you can't find it in the current,
Don't be upset,
some love is not fulfilled,
As the current moves away from,
one to the other the river bends.
In the story of life,
you are the only traveler,
Moving from country to country,
You have left many painful memories on the way,
I know, you have hidden pain in your heart.
If memories fly with wings,
Like a cloud or a highway dust,
Think, I'm in this dust, for you,
As far as you go,
the rushing waters will call you back.
What's wrong with me?
When I leave,
I will come and call you,
Never in the guise of lifeless by name.
I know you hear me not coming back,
Maybe two drops of tears will cover his face,
Pure black kajole will fall ebb,
Tears well up in your eyes.
You understand the color of pain,
dark blue,
You say sometimes,
Then I would see the stars in your eyes,
What a mystery,
I would walk away in the guise of politeness,
hearing your laughter.
You know how serious I am,
I did not go beyond my own philosophy,
I wanted to be introverted in search of the other,
Moving away from the hue of love,
I would like to walk alone.
That's where I got lost,
You don't know, you never know,
The heart will want to be imprisoned in the middle,
But, you can't, you can't.
The poems I wrote,
They might,
As a paper boat,
Rainy days will be washed away by the dead end, in the distant current,
Will be lost, in the abyss;
That's how your life will take another turn,
Receiving your fullness at my end.
When you see me in the blue of the sky,
Don't look me in the eye,
Because he is the star in my eyes that makes me feel unbearable.
Be well, forever.
Day by day in the end,
remember the time,
I will meet one day in the great age.
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