We fell in love with our love.
And they liked our love.
Could neither write with hands nor words with lips
I got such a disease that I could tell.
alcohol cigarette loneliness loneliness absurdity
We were blessed with a silent night.
Rest assured, I myself have been robbed of our hands
Only the waking sleep fell in the eyes.
I don’t know what my heart is There was a
conspiracy which came on our own embrace.
Nik Rajpoot-
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