You got lost my dream lover
Your ship sank
In the depths of life
Among which you forgot
Where you have to swim
You crashed on the rocks
Which I poured out for you
From the last tears I shed for you
I am free now
In the isolation of this place
Expectant of betrothed
I go there now where he waits
This who is and will be
And to whom I'm whispering
And he is so close
That I can hear his voice
Even when he keeps silent,
The one who I feel
The one who I see
The one who is me
Because I am his
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Dear Anna, thanks for this delicate and passionate recording of an experience otherwise unavailable to linguistic outlets. Rajbir Parashar