The moon still delivers its light,
The stars still twinkle bright,
My heart still throbs for thee,
As you are the most precious person for me.
The winter is flapping her wings to
depart,
The fireplaces are losing their heat,
But my pain forgets to diminish,
As you forget to remember my face.
Expecting the advent of the spring on the
surface
the cuckoo is blowing her flute on the
branches,
The melody is stirring me with romantic
imaginations,
I do not know why, your young heart is
still in hibernation.
People are busy planning Holi celebrations,
Their souls are filled with festive
excitation,
My heart gets numb with the imagination
of the colors,
As
without your presence my world will remain colorless.
very very good in its context
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