Being so much overnurtured by you
I sleep as foliage killed with a frost.
Nothing is visible what I should do.
Knowing just that there’s behind me a ghost.
Steep are these stairs descending downwards
Let’s wait and see. You’ll appear not now.
As I go down you will utter your words
I won’t get feared though you’ll speak aloud.
Frown are your eyes but by you I was made.
Frown like you and my eyes are the same.
You wait as long as I’m able to wait
You live as long as I’m going this way.
Handshake will not be peculiar, though
Our long steps to each other will end.
Greetings will be as it is on its own
Then we shall ask what do we do in this land.
Loneliness strains us but we love it both.
Many a time you or me spent with it.
Both we have made the same deeds on the Earth
And when I write at the same time you read.