nazm uljhi hui hai seene mein
misare atke hue hain hothon par
udate phirte hain titaliyon ki tarah
lafz kaagaz pe baithate hi nahin
kab se baithaa hun main jaanam
saade kaagaz pe likh ke naam tera
bas tera naam hi mukammal hai
is se behtar bhi nazm kyaa hogi
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You could translate that for the likes of me.
A poem is trapped inside me.
Metaphors catch at my lips,
words hover like butterflies
never settling on paper.
I have sat for hours writing
your name on a blank page.
Only your name is beautiful.
What other poem is there?
Wow! Thank you, S.
That is pretty amazing stuff. Although, for some weird reason, a stalker comes to mind.
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