Thank God,
He sent you at last.
Since you are the message,
I don't ask anymore.
Just walk ahead,
And I will read the cosmic dance
In your soft silken feet.
See love,
As you turned the leaf
I have begun a new scene,
May be you are the scene itself,
Smiling, waving all through the green.
True, it was struggle before
When I began.
But now it has been an experience
Since my poetry found its voice
In you, each movement
Moistening with your grace.
Should I care when the book closes?
No. it is enough to bear
Your footprint on each page,
And a day with you is enough
To sweeten the rest of my life
Playing your memory on a flute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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