Those flowers,
Which were so aromatic earlier,
Become unexcitingly odorless,
In your absence.
The moon,
Which was parting romantic
beams earlier,
Becomes a heavenly bow of piercing arrows,
In your absence.
Festive occasions,
Those I was waiting
impatiently to arrive earlier;
Become torturous happenings,
In your absence.
Living on the earth,
Which was appearing to be a
gift of God once,
Become a furious curse,
In your absence.
In your absence.
My
mind,
Which
was a frequent visitor of fairy land previously,
Become
a permanent resident of the depression state,
In
your absence.
That I was complaining of sliding away very
fast earlier,
Become an endless sombreness,
In your absence
Now I am,
Surrounded by the fans and
followers,
But still I feel solitary and helpless,
In your absence
Come back my soul mate,
I know your condition
Is not different from that of mine,
In my absence.
so forlorn a heart do you profess, so magnificently putting words to paper
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