One day in the morning, smoothly removing the blanket of darkness,
the sun peeked out from the hills, to see the season of love in the valleys of heart,
on the branches of sweet memories are laden numerous blossoms of moments have bloomed.
Untold, unheard wishes, some asleep some awake, rubbing those doe eyes.
Wave by wave, life flowing by, as if each moment is new but is the same.
Yes the same life, in whose lap exists love,
makes us come closer to it and also go away from it.
And this feeling, goes away flowing like streams of time telling that
In the valley of hearts is the season of love, and in the branches of sweet memories,
numerous blossoms of past moments have bloomed… |
