O my dear, my dear Love! I am thirsty.
My heart wants to drink your Love, sweet honey
As in the very hot days of summer
The Pied Cuckoo longs for the rain water.
Like a wild hound or a fearful tiger
To have your Love's food my mind is hunger.
O my dear, my dearest Love! come to me
To calm my mind by killing its hungry.
My soul is so tired and almost sleepy
In the heat of life and reality.
O my dear, my sweet Love! listen to me.
Come to me to make it fresh and lively.
I'm waiting for you, o my dearest Love!
Caress my heart with the light of your Love.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Lyric No: 98
Copyrights@March28,2015(9: 40pm) .
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