Classic Poet -- aesthetic beauty of thy shall pass
withered and collapsed over the time
thou shall not remain ever as divine
must leave your crown and be mine

Girl-- I would have been your's
in love , would have touched stars
long had I been searching for a clue failed, as I couldn't get you at all

Classic Poet--golden thy face glows in heart
piercing eyes, like bleaking thunder in sky
don't thy ignore,the volcano inside
thou might repent later and cry

Girl--did something hit you
or you were always like this
bombarding jargons on me
I'll run like a horse away from you and shall always remain free





Manisha

May hide the tears on dropping rain
A thousand swords in heart with pain
And the winters ice has gone...
the main thing is hope ,my son

And waite the twilights game
Of bleaking moon and sun,
The game of love still playing...
Tomorrow never die ,my son

May hide the tears on dropping rain
A thousand swords in heart with pain
And the winters ice has gone...
the main thing is hope ,my son

And waite the twilights game
Of bleaking moon and sun,
The game of love still playing...
Tomorrow never die ,my son