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It was all so quite made no sound
Did not feel your touch as I was deaf
Silence if you call or the sound of nothing
May be it was me or the empty voice
Drowsy my eyes inebriated your love
You called me but I was unheard
Things make no sense you left since then
First summer I felt cold even when sweltering
Could not feel much, your love, my pain or anything such
The swift air or the rusty wind all the same
Drenched in pious faith in me but you mistake
Did I try or pretend the sacred voice to listen
I ignored you whisper something of essence
Lost my intelligence you left since then
Manjit Kumar Tiwari
