(Based on the poem,"PRIYE" in Hindi by Emani Ganapathi Sarma,India)
Golden thoughts of yester days filled
My mind a lot with your memories distilled
In my private room I muse alone, on you
A new song everyday I send you
When you smile, giggle and fell shy,
Your beauty decorates the moon shine.
No other beauty matches with yours
It excels all other beauties, I say!
Every night I wakeup in search of you, dear
Bloody sleep comes upsetting me , unclear
Ways are unknown to my goal distant
But , my breath gives me hope constant
(From Hindi original ‘PRIYE’ BY Mr. E.G.SHARMA
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