How did you become mine? I can’t believe my good fortune
You came to my life…Like the moon descends by the lake occasionally
Slowly and graciously
Like the touch of warm sunrays
You showered me with melodious caresses
Should I look at you or should I listen to you?
You are my solace, you are my passion
Why you didn’t come earlier?
I used to think that God is no longer unhurried and relaxed [has no time for me]
But, having created you, his respect and status has risen in my eyes
Road, streams and river may change their course
Radiance of lamps may diminish
Life may initiate a new tune
Raindrops may hum a different note
Seasons may change their style
But, I will remain forever….
In your embrace, like always…
Each moment each second
Life has become like (melodious sound of) sitar [after you came in my life]
Like flow of the Malhaar raga
I can’t believe how fortunate I am to have you in my life
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