You are my habit

Had you been there today, things would have been different.

You were more in my eyes than myself.

Your name in my poem would be the paper

But there would be slow rains of your fragrance.

your coming and going

You would have been sounding every step of the way.

Your name rides on these lips

Had it been day, would the night also be happy.

If God had accepted this, today

You would have been a part of my habits too.




Nik Rajput


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