'Mrig-Trishna'
ILLUSION
I have lost
the way of my heart.
Wherever I go, searching you
Outside of me
I soberly miss my chances -
Like an intoxicated deer
I search musk whirling my steps outside
Bitten by 'Mrig-Trishna'
How will I find your bearing on me
Whenever I search
The beating of my heart
Trolling inside
I find it lay scattered outside
Wallowing on my own shallowness
Slavery; imbibing
pitchers and pitchers of own drunkenness
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