FOR YOU
with the passing of time,
I might lose the spring having now-
But the fragrance once you had -
spread in my heart,
would be kept intact...
You the spectator,
You the fortune teller,
You the mirror of my life..
And its also you who crushed my heart..
I always followed you,
hovering over your world.
Only to solve that puzzle,
Which is embedded in you.
Dear,dont leave me so desolate.
How can I play the sitar of my life,
For you are the strings that produce music..
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