I sit quietly with my eyes closed,
Swiftly the thought-wagons
Run fast into my mind,
I move on the voyage of those moments
Which I have shared with you.
The storm in my mind
Starts to uproar terribly,
Starts to uproar terribly,
Tranquility vanishes instantaneously
In the nostalgic whirlpool,
Still I cannot forget that golden era.
In the nostalgic whirlpool,
Still I cannot forget that golden era.
Again an old musical-chords of life are struck,
All existence is fully-drenched with
The richness of your friendship,
I remain awe-struck with
All existence is fully-drenched with
The richness of your friendship,
I remain awe-struck with
the past winter’s celebrations.
Time is cruel which ends everything,
Yet just shared moments with you
Gleams like a – “dew on time’s body”
Which heals me absolutely, &
Alas! I sing a song-but in your absence.
Time is cruel which ends everything,
Yet just shared moments with you
Gleams like a – “dew on time’s body”
Which heals me absolutely, &
Alas! I sing a song-but in your absence.
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