On My Deathbed.
Flaky lips, chapped hands, pale face and closed teary eyes,
Here I am on my deathbed, envisaging you for the one last time.
Days are tough for me now as the bone-chilling scuds of ‘Chilai Kalan’ quivers my weak body.
The minute I remember the moments of bliss that we spent together but in dreams, I get eternal peace of mind, and my soul becomes cosy.
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Still, I long for you ‘pious and precious soul’ like the birds long for spring.
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