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I wish my pocket was empty
I would have met him
Flowers fair would be held again in the gardens
Drunken Bhavre will again enjoy himself
The east wind would have drowned them in arms
I wish my pocket was empty
I would have met him
His simplicity was reflected in his eyes
Children were dancing in the winds
Mekhanas were emerging after hearing their speech
There was redness on the scattered cheeks
Apsara Urvashi was looking somewhere
I wish my pocket was empty
I would have met him…
©lonely