Moti

Phir voh aa gaya bin bulaaye
Halka sarakta
Nam sa
Apni raah baanaaye

Nikal khud hi Chasm ki chhor se
Lahu sa garam
Voh moti chal pada
Naram kapol ke us mod se

Again, it arrived uninvited
Light, meandering
Damp
Making its own way

Emerging by itself from the edge of the lake
Hot as blood
That pearl slipped away
Along the curved soft cheek

Moti = Pearl
Kapol = curve of the cheek

(Does one know where tears go?)

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