How do you love me,
When I am not there?
By keeping me in a corner,
Of your dark mind,
As an enlightening object?
Or by wrapping me in,
The old-waste-clothes of mine,
The multicolored and textured,
Saaris and my dresses,
Do you get a smell of mine?
Or do you see me in the,
Darkness of night,
And by pressing me to,
Your throbbing and longing heart,
And caressing me softly,
In the lonliness of night?
Or by listening the songs,
Sung by me and getting in a trance?
Or by telling the kids,
That you are really missing me?
(Based on a poem by Pratishdha/Pratistha (?) Pandya, April 2020, Navanit Samarpan).
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