In this poem, the poet remembers the henna of his beloved's beautiful hands and pleads with the people to find his beloved and bring him to me.
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| Depressing Moments poem in English Poetry |
Depressing Moments
I'm still stuck in my thoughts,
He has lost his hand to me in the world.
How can I forget to pay his loyalty?
Her hands were full of colored henna.
I wish he could find me
May I become a butterfly, and may his hand become a candle.
It has been lost in the world without knowing me, O Razi,
Oh people, find his hand once.
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