The Old Friend

The old friend leaves hand
Like oxygen leaves the body
Whether it is her choice or not!
Our two sides love is also same
Which is already made by the Almighty.
If I cannot see and touch her
To feel her presence
Even I cannot talk;
Then Why will I live on the Earth?
While my sense does not work.
Believe me,
After that I will be a helpless-
Broken soul, whose hope died
In the hopeful love.

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