the one that's there, from the day I fell in love
love: with life, its joys, its smiles and its sorrows of course
The cuckoo bird still comes, at times
sitting on the parched, deserted tree, the tree whole roots boasted life, once
The tree was green back then,
the bird's voice had the canny softness
My dreams were my life once,
My life, a dream worth living forever
For sure, I said, many a times, love is there in people's heart
For sure, I said, I'll find one, one day
Love; hah, They proved me wrong
Forget even life, found just bodies draped in gold
Who can teach 'em, gold needn't be lovely
lovely diamonds well nigh will be proved stones, in the end
The charm subdued in that missed morning rose
The charm that they just concealed,
or may be just never saw at all
