In my fertile less heart
It let me sail alone at countryside.
To catch the zephyr,
To forgive my heartbeats,
Left eye is occupied with tears.
And i sing it without a guitar.
With those virgin memories
And forbearing myself for my last mistake
I was a father of two kids,
She placed her head on my lap,
When she delivered our last child;
That was a fairy tale.
Universe hasn’t have a planet now
I'm waiting for the moonset.
To have a midnight dew upon this thirstiness;
Feebly, awfully, disgracefully;
With those virgin memories
And forbearing myself for my last mistake
Tune to the classic radio.
Got Bibhit Bharati, ever favorite
Lata and Rafi sing a track for me;
While the right eye got sightless.
There has found a fountain of red tears.
My Philips radio won't break me more,
I'm amused like an insane;
With those virgin memories
And forbearing myself for my last mistake
Darkness never called off her.
I have been guarding from the fears,
She frolicked in the rain,
Like a jolly schoolgirl;
Was dazzling more than the Venus!
She loved to grasp my palm
And we walked till our spring home.
That was a half delusion and half-truth.
Now I turned off the radio;
With those virgin memories
And forbearing myself for my last mistake
Heeded to the treasured promises,
Made mistakes after mistakes,
With the bubbles of love;
Never been to a broken land
To shop the pieces of own heart;
Nonetheless,
Realize myself at this fidgety moment.
Uglier than a doom’s day;
With those virgin memories
And forbearing myself for my last mistake
Mistake! Mistake! Mistake?
For a rapport of two emotions,
For a song of her lyrical heart,
For creating a listener to the sound of a soul,
For saying you’re the soul mate of my life.
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