एक कोरा कागज

I read a blank cover everyday,
and I keep writing poetry of your love.

Hide and seek of words and feelings,
I keep watching by closed eyes.

I still remember an old touch of you,
That's how I keep touching you.

I want to speak but you don't listen,
that's why I keep speaking to papers.

Why should 'Pratik' meet  anyone in the party ?
I keep meeting you from my heart.