All my emotions have radiated to the goodbye saying hand of mine
I am comforting her, whose train is about to leave, that;
I am the harsh sunlight of the metropolitan city, when it bothers you
I am in the chill of the snow of the valley, when it accelerates the emotions.
I am embedded in the moving wind which moves ahead after touching you
Yes, i will stop and rest in your silky hair for a while, if you wish!
I am the loose bolt in the door of the train that did not let you sleep for a while
I am the ink of my pen that often addresses you, but you never saw.
"Bhat" is waiting with a red rose in hand for a friend who has made promise to meet again,
But remember, that the fresh flowers are so short lived once departed from the plant.
Arbaz Bhat
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