Mera Fictional Mard

               Mera Fictional Mard

Every night, sharp at 10,

As I close my eyelids,

My fictional mard arrives—

Not in dreams, but in my imagination.

So handsome—what can I say?

I'm left speechless,

No words are enough to describe him.

In my fictional world,

He turns the impossible into possible—

Hugs, kisses, and what not.

But when real sleep takes over,

He vanishes into the unknown.

I don’t know his name,

I don’t know who he is.

Will he ever be mine? I wonder.

I love him so much in my imagination,

And I wish to love him in reality too.

But he must step out of fiction—

He must become real.

Naam toh bata apna deewane,

Kabse tars rahi hoon,

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