Sometimes we stopped, sometimes we moved,
sometimes we lost our way while moving.
Thus, we spent our entire life, enduring the hardships of life.
Sometimes in sleep, sometimes in awareness,
wherever we met you,
Neither did we meet eyes nor did we speak,
we just passed by with our heads bowed.
Sometimes admiring your hair, sometimes your eyes,
sometimes your beautiful presence,
The poems that I liked in my book, all scattered.
Sometimes on the throne, sometimes on the ground,
sometimes at their door, sometimes wandering,
Thank you, grief of love, for taking me through so many places.
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