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 The last of Amrita Pritams love poems 
 
The last of #AmritaPritam 's love poems-Translated from the Punjabi “Main Tainu Phir Milangi” by Nirupama Dutt
I will meet you yet againHow and whereI know notPerhaps I will become aFigment of your imaginationAnd maybe spreading myselfIn a mysterious lineOn your canvasI will keep gazing at you.Perhaps I will become a rayOf sunshine to beEmbraced by your coloursI will paint myself on your canvasI know not how and where –But I will meet you for sure.Maybe I will turn into a springAnd rub foamingDrops of water on your bodyAnd rest my coolness onYour burning chestI know nothingBut that this lifeWill walk along with me.When the body perishesAll perishesBut the threads of memoryAre woven of enduring atomsI will pick these particlesWeave the threadsAnd I will meet you yet again. Art by Santiago Carbonell
 The last of Amrita Pritams love poems 
 
The last of #AmritaPritam 's love poems-Translated from the Punjabi “Main Tainu Phir Milangi” by Nirupama Dutt
I will meet you yet againHow and whereI know notPerhaps I will become aFigment of your imaginationAnd maybe spreading myselfIn a mysterious lineOn your canvasI will keep gazing at you.Perhaps I will become a rayOf sunshine to beEmbraced by your coloursI will paint myself on your canvasI know not how and where –But I will meet you for sure.Maybe I will turn into a springAnd rub foamingDrops of water on your bodyAnd rest my coolness onYour burning chestI know nothingBut that this lifeWill walk along with me.When the body perishesAll perishesBut the threads of memoryAre woven of enduring atomsI will pick these particlesWeave the threadsAnd I will meet you yet again. Art by Santiago Carbonell
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The last of Amrita Pritams love poems The last of #AmritaPritam 's love poems-Translated from the Punjabi “Main Tainu Phir Milangi” by Nirupama Dutt I will meet you yet againHow and whereI know notPerhaps I will become aFigment of your imaginationAnd maybe spreading myselfIn a mysterious lineOn your canvasI will keep gazing at you.Perhaps I will become a rayOf sunshine to beEmbraced by your coloursI will paint myself on your canvasI know not how and where –But I will meet you for sure.Maybe I will turn into a springAnd rub foamingDrops of water on your bodyAnd rest my coolness onYour burning chestI know nothingBut that this lifeWill walk along with me.When the body perishesAll perishesBut the threads of memoryAre woven of enduring atomsI will pick these particlesWeave the threadsAnd I will meet you yet again. Art by Santiago Carbonell #Poetry