I am that delicate girl

In a harsh tone that breaks
I am that delicate girl

This is your city, here are your people!
If you were in the village, you would be mine

You were settled in my heart, like pain
You were strangers but like my family

Let me be auctioned off in your love
The last price is yours and I will be in your name,

There are some compulsions otherwise!
Can't live without you

Life is for living
But no one lives

Poetry is a source of entertainment
Putting the word down on paper does not bring back the beloved!

I am even terrified of stumbling in the mirror
I don't know why people play with my heart

Who sees someone now from the point of view of morality?
New Age people worship only outward beauty

Listen, I don't have to give arguments or examples
It is written in my eyes, I love you