Cry The Beloved Country
Cry The Beloved Country As Terrorist’s fire Savored the beauty of Taj, Hotel staff turned martyrs Saving the lives Of their precious guests As the
Vishwas Vaidya
Cry The Beloved Country As Terrorist’s fire Savored the beauty of Taj, Hotel staff turned martyrs Saving the lives Of their precious guests As the
An Utterly Drunken Dream The air is drunk With a wet magic Of her own youth The world is floating Along the music of The
Colors of Life Colors of our life are winking at the world! “Guess the true shade of our color!” The world marvels at the wonder
When Life Meets Life Stream of my life Was flowing along The shores of her destiny, As a wandering soul Joined along my foot-steps Weaving
Made for Each Other Is it not really, A burning raw desire Binding together our souls Rather than the innocent love Your eyes quarreled With
Once upon a time, My young life was Smitten with a budding dream To spend her entire course, Nestled in the warm shadows Of your fragrant breath!
The Vanishing Glory Are you hidden, In the blushing lips of The half dreaming, Half smiling flowers… As the source of Their fragrant murmur,
The Divine Debt Buried in the Silken arms of Love, My life was gazing At the dark sweetness Of the blushing night Wooed by the
Garden of Dreams Wandering into Garden of my dreams I lost my way Into the heart Of your smile Like a drunken bee Forgetting her
Fountain of Wow Ever since your glances Like notes of a maestro Beckoned my youth, To put on the.. Dancing anklets A softly singing fragrance
