Don’t know what you are suffering from,
Leaving who is near you,
You always long for who is far.
No matter how much they try to come close to you,
They land up being at a distance.
You are a riddle, unknown to anyone.
For how long have your eyes not slept?
For how long has your heart not been at peace?
I know, yesterday, you met her again,
You saw her again, the old you.
The one, who was made to look beautiful by the unexplained time.
You have never wavered in your fidelity,
Today repeatedly makes innuendos to forget her.
But you, with a predilection for thinking
And dreaming about her,
Would not understand,
That your escape is never imminent.
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