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Mar 2013
When I was there with you,
With you on the desert
The desert was like a paradise to me:
Because, you were there with me.

I was walking with you,
Walking very close to you.
When we were walking in the desert,
You were covering me from the unbearable heat of the sun.
Oh! You were covering me with your hands,
You touched me, when you cover me with your hands,
I still remember,
How tender that touch was.

Though the desert is like a paradise to me, because of you,
The desert remains.
The heat of the sun was unbearable,
We were thirsty, because there was not water anywhere,
We were hungry, because there was not food anywhere,
Both of us knew that it was the end of our lives,

But still, that place like a paradise to me,
Though we were going to die, my thoughts did not change a bit.
Because I was not alone, you were there with me.

Now you were going to kiss me,
The first kiss from you,
I closed my eyes:
Your lips came close to my lips little by little,
But, Alas! When I opened my eyes;

‘You were not there.’
Besides that my first kiss,
From you were gone.
I cannot still understand,
What was happened at that moment.

But then my thoughts changed.
I felt thirsty, hungry,
and the unbearable heat of the sun,
Because, I was alone then,
Oh! Dear you were not with me.

Then I felt feelings of a straggler,
Who was running in illusion.
Not the illusion of water, food or cold,
But the illusion of you.

I was in a dark place where I could not see anywhere.
After few seconds later I saw something,
It was the gloomy sky with the twinkling stars and the crescent moon.
Then I realized that it was my room and I was on my bed.
Oh! Then I was in the real world.
If it was so, what was that sight?
Yes! I was in a lovely dream with my dearest lover:
Who is unobtainable, because he is a lover of another.
Saumya Dilrukshi Fernando
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