I am counting days
I am not sure though
What is a day.
I am with You, my dear,
Though I know not,
And I am not sure,
Who You are and where You are.
I have my own mouth
But I am not able to
Utter a single word
Without Your help, my dear,
And I am ignorant all about You
I am here though in You
And You are in me.
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