Inkaar - Refusal
The word is foreign in my tongue,
The meaning is clear in your heart.
When we were as close as one,
A severed nerve now throbs, and aches.
Memory of your scent fills my mind,
The taste of your skin lingers still.
Optimism of forever was a bright sunrise,
A dark sun now fills the horizon.
Our bridge spanned language, distance, and culture;
On opposite shores we now stand apart.
A future no more, were your words,
My heart beat slower, my soul drained.
Past days bring warmth to my heart,
Yet your last words chill my core.
My name was Chotu on your lips,
Forever you will be, my only Chotkii.
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