I find it difficult br With inbuilt br Conception br Of solid relation br br It is not br That I miss not br But show nothing br For each second and passing br br I become impatient br And feel absent br With anything around br And loose ground br br I speak in air br And look unfair br "Why should he not miss me"? br When I take his care like tree br br My hands go round br Like branches to feel around br Waist and chest br Is it not the patience's test? br br You may love rainbow br Find no color to withdraw br Retain its original shape br And silently clapbr br hasmukh amathalalbr br