I have never got
Your touch,
And I will never get it also.

Your fragrance has
Never united with my breath,
But in the carbon dioxide
Of breathed out air,
The smell of sadness comes out.

Yes, the breath of your words
Has touched my ears,
Has given sweet sound to my ears
Which mads
The speed of my heart.

I survive without seeing you also
And once,
the video call graced me
By allowing me
To see the sight
Of your face,
All beautiful and innocuous
Which has become
A slave to situation.

My soul has tasted
The taste of love,
But who cares about
My mortal body
Which after death doesn’t
Belong to me?