A long time , I am not finding thee
Still thy face sways in my teary eyes
Strikingly reflects in the mirror of mind
As shadow and light seek each other nice !
Thou art since a long time not nearby
Beloved knows the pangs of separation best
As dearest dear becomes sweetly more
When stays afar to enjoy rest .
Might be its a solemn night at thy place
Enjoying moon lit night in joy and gay
Forgetting me a love lorn weary bird
Thou sleeping peacefully keeping me away.
Here me passing a dark night without light
Baffled to sleep , waking day and night
Love might be an illusion of desert with you
But hopes like oasis ever stay in my view.
Oh tell me , the love lorn poor chap
Is love a curse or flowery bouquet
That makes lover lunatic or ever joyous
In this world of love mysterious !
2.05.1980
Still thy face sways in my teary eyes
Strikingly reflects in the mirror of mind
As shadow and light seek each other nice !
Thou art since a long time not nearby
Beloved knows the pangs of separation best
As dearest dear becomes sweetly more
When stays afar to enjoy rest .
Might be its a solemn night at thy place
Enjoying moon lit night in joy and gay
Forgetting me a love lorn weary bird
Thou sleeping peacefully keeping me away.
Here me passing a dark night without light
Baffled to sleep , waking day and night
Love might be an illusion of desert with you
But hopes like oasis ever stay in my view.
Oh tell me , the love lorn poor chap
Is love a curse or flowery bouquet
That makes lover lunatic or ever joyous
In this world of love mysterious !
2.05.1980
