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“Kitna? Safed Pannon Jithna"

(In the vernacular, Kitna? stands for "How Much?" and "Safed Pannon Jithna" is a response which means "As much as a page of White Paper")
I have loved you through the cold midnights
Up north; when I used to whisper words
Of love through cold telephone lines
To keep you warm in me.

I have loved you in the sultry heat
Of a humid southern drought And in letters tried to water
Your thoughts in me.

Through seasons without ample reasons
I have loved you.
Through time, and out of time
I have loved you.
For such things to go on
And on
I have defined continuity on my own terms
In my love for you.
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  1. It's so lovely... all your writings have the capability to touch a heart, deep down, reminding of some foregone past... loved it :)

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