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I met him those days

When he was like a blooming rose

With night dropping from his lashes

And the essence of an old wine

His hair use to dampen the rain

And face lightening the sunshine

He was like a book of literature

That people paid interest to

And his voice was like language of scent

He was heard in the heartbeat of every one

You can say comparable to him was none



I met him in those days

When he was in spotlight

A feature of every face

Acted like a known stranger

In fact deep like a sea

It was dream that he was my reality

And it is my reality that he was a dream

In my heart he ruled as king

I named my life unto him

And found him in my wakefulness



I met him in those days

When he had smile on his face

He used to rule my heart

And all colors molded his ways



I met him in those days



But this is very late story

And this is very late time

There is a gap of a million decades

Between mine and his alliance

And now I am like a barren desert

With nothing by my side

Don’t know how is he these days

Because I met him in those days





Inspiration from work of my favorite poet