Falling Year And Your Fragrance Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

I stopped there for a while
In a while centuries crossed me
I didn't ring any root
No corridors crashed me
Tunes too were in order
Natural breaths flew there
Within me danced the brave beats
Outside was the falling year
For a while we got numbed
For a while restlessness reread us
For a while tongue tasted the lyre
Of course, the mountain hugged me
And the wintry murmurs bemused me
No street... Not a single station
It was a nakedly fragrant valley
Where your voices, my beloved, reached me
In every bone, I felt you
I belonged to you; I belong to you in every way
Everywhere, every way embraced us
Ah, the natural light did never vanish
Only the ecstatic echo reverberated all around.