of my heart Someone is standing With melody of the anklets. My eyes don’t recognise But my heart does Remember the face. I try to remember But am not able to; Such is the magic of the persona. In deep thought is my heart Dwelling in the world of dreams. For a moment I think It is my hope in person. In the next moment , I know that it is the shadow of life: And along with it Has come love, To this stranger’s house |
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