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Often in your books
I discovered dried flowers
And in my books, the winds
That dried them
In winds like those
I go out, wearing, these days
A checked woollen muffler
Around my neck
Considering its two ends
Your two arms
I do not know, what is there
In this song:
Beqarar karke humen yun na jayiye…
Loneliness or its panacea
Today, I almost knew
When in the cupboard
Beside naphthalene balls
I found, in an old copy of
Gustave Flaubert’s Sentimental Education
Between pages 210 and 211
A stamp-sized picture of yours
Years have passed and
I could never tell you
But today, as I saw
You smiling in that picture
I found myself muttering:
Aapko humari kasam laut aayiye…
(This poem appeared originally here)
