It is not true,the mind of yours is not mine,
Since we together made the magic so very long ago,
We made our way through all the odds,you know,
Where everyone made a fullstop, we started from there.
Your script maintained a keen sense,
Where I was described as the greenery,
I read the script within my own,
While only you can get me in the golden moon..
Every weekend we visit to the mosque,
Where we both pray for the nation of Bose…
Some cold hearts speak in their own way,
Our fertile love doesn’t exist in them.
When I parted from you in my train,
I put all my being dare to reach you,
Alone I came in the whole coach,
For I knew ,there’s no parting,nor I parted from you.
Waiting in the station,and missed the train,
Its not so easy ,neither you parted,
Our life is not the saga of today,
Which we together created years ago..!!