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O owner, I am the big helpless,
Couldn’t be anyone’s own,
I lovely give love,
Yet no one has kept my name in the heart.
What is it my misfortune,
Nor their disability-
Those who are afraid to see love,
And loses the courage to be yourself?
O Malik, broke my mind,
Broke silently, in a noisy trembling,
I am looking for a place with the mind,
But no one wanted to understand my mind.
Will he find me by his own?
Or will I just be the shadow of his memory?
O Malik, you know that
I couldn’t love him,
I made him inside myself.
You know, I haven’t kept any account,
I just gave,
Love, forgiveness, waiting-
And I got silence, distance, and questions.
O owner, if love is sinful,
But I am the sinner,
The love that has lost his existence
Yet no one could be a favorite.
If you heard my silent cry,
But know –
This heart just wants to love,
Not to forget,
I was not forgotten.