What made you to come again this way,
If you have no love left for me in your heart?
What made you tarry some moments,
Standing there, unless you wanted to tell me
Something, which lingered in your mind?
You have hidden your resentment and rebuke
In the veil of silence, without admonishing;
Without showing any intimacy, with me.
I was watching your approach, seeking that
Smirk, camouflaged in the corner of your eyes;
To make out how you were trying to conceal it!
I came alone to call you, with a heart full of
Romantic jingles, not saying any jokes or jibes
Not asking you any reasons for your ill will,
Waited to see you, my beloved,
Just to talk only a few words, singly,
Let alone my yearnings, to be with you
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