Flying high, touching sky,
Seeking stars, kissing moon,
Visiting those who are far,
Listening to those, who have gone!
Ah my tiny, trivial wish……
Ah my tiny, trivial wish,
That is confined in this heart,
Heart is made up of longings,
Red red veins, arteries, so far,
How could I bring heart to line???
How could I bring heart to line?
When it says let us see them,
The persons have gone to heaven,
Leaving fragrance of their love!
And I am just in a fix!
And I am just in a fix,
How celebrate any moment of mirth,
Without kind father, o friend,
Crushed are joys, mirth is gone!
All longings are in disarray
Desires and wishes are but dreams!!!!!
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