Those bright smiling days,
Clutched to my mind and never fade,
Thinking about , often the emotion,
Of lazy rain in the beautiful Sun .

Overflowing, those days memories ,
Like the unending twinkling fountain,
It hold my mind to peace of love,
So, I forget to let them leave.

Oh , is that she, having un-ironed ,
Saree with ironed compassion,
I prohibit to feel sad ,
When her presence filled me with joys of mad.

My mistakes never made her,
To treat me bitter, instead,
She laughed so hard,
That moments drowned in my mind of separate ward.

Her days paddling ,
Like a smells of different flowers, nothing
Give the same mysterious scent Of her,
And so, because of her I never get sour.

My hand turns small,
when I holds her warm palm,
while...