From the beginning my Friend,
I have been singing songs for you,
Picking tender buds
I have been making a garland for you.
Eyes lost in waiting
A smile lost in those eyes
And
I am sad like a barren land
Waiting for a Monsoon shower!
For whom did I blossomed beautiful rose-buds?
For whom did I sing songs like a nightingale?
For whom did I flown like a cloud at the heavens?
For whom did I accepted all the pains at the earth and ruptured?
Nobody: for whom I nurtured my feelings of love!
Nobody!
To fulfill the dreams of love
To bear the burden of years
To see bright light in my eyes
To wear the garland of my arms
To win the smiles of misty buds
Embalming songs emanating from though lips!
