I was like a traveler
Crossing the desert,
I was like a visitor
Admiring the hills,
I was like a fish
Enjoying in a river.
You came in my life
Like an oasis in the desert,
Like a guide of those hills,
Like a tributary with sea.
I considered you my life partner
Therefore, I stopped my journey,
Therefore, I climbed the hilltop,
Therefore, I entered into the sea.
Later I realized your identity
You were a mirage in the desert,
You were a ghost of those hills,
You were salty water of that sea.
Why I longed for great things
Only a cactus was enough for shade,
Only few steps to feel the elevation,
Only a handful of water to swim.
O! God bless me with few tears
Tears do not come out in deserts,
As my eyes, itself have got dried up.
Tears do not come out on hills,
Gravitational force stops them from rising.
Tears do not come out in sea,
Salty sea water pushes them back
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