Nik Najput
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This flower gets its color from my laughter.
There is a person who meets secretly every day.
I don’t know what he wants from me nowadays
Meets me in every street, every garden.
No words, no gestures, she is big
Cleverness only meets the eye.
In the restless, sometimes it comes in the form of a question.
Every day I meet with a new excuse.
Now even my heart is not in my words
Despite wanting, the heart meets him again and again.