tomar binay gan chilo - Your Harp, My Flowers
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 24, 2016
- 1 min read
When the southern breeze swayed us in concert
Your harp brought the melody, my bushels - flowers.
No one knew the wave that took us away
Your boat of melody took to shore filled with my colourful blooms.
I felt that to the rhythm of your song
The buds of my heart will always bloom.
The songs went adrift, flowers dried at dusk
What went wrong with that joyful promenade?
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