your eyes are seeking the answer
as if I am rejecting the calls you had
and my purpose of loving was a fraudgery
Miles away your eyes take bath of past stories
where we used to hang around the wall
ran around the beach
sang the song of lovely birds
Are there reminiscences lied in
in the warm heart of my lover
the songs of our love
around the beach
The mango trees under which the peacock used to dance
the shadow of palm trees where we used to play
the deep river where we used to sing the song of love
are they still with us dear as I love you
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