(deshe deshe bhrami taba)
We roam, with your plaintive.. song..
Cities.. spaces, woods.. we walk..
Weeping.. people weep.. along
Heartache.. softens.. the icy-rock..
Thousand-hearts.. come aflame..
Thousand-voices.. are flaming teardrops..
the eyes blazing.. thunder booms..
People.. are dumbstruck.. with fear..
I've no brother.. or kindred.. soul..
You alone.. I hold as near..
You're my Mother..and Father too..
All my world.. I find so dear..
When you cry, I weep.. with you..
Can make others.. as tearful, too..
I live.. die.. gladly so..
To lay.. my life.. down.. for you..
(23.03.2018)
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