You are like the rain of the morning sky
I wish to bath till the end of my life
You are like a beautiful novel
And all its pages fill with love
You are like the smile of a born baby
You are like a flying butterfly
You are like the first ray of the rising sun
You are like a tongue who never lie
You are like the fragnent of a heart, comic of a child
You are the lyrics I listen in the midnight

When I go to sleep at night
I hold the pillow as possible as tight
As when I struggle with my dreams
I could feel You by my side
As the whole night I embrace the pillow close to my heart
When I wake up in the morning
I kisses it first

If tomorrow I go to cemetry
And see You never again
Left a pillow over my chest
As I could feel You even after I dead

Dont let the wind flew hard
As I am sleeping with my sweet heart
Dont let the rain comes down
Before my body gets burn

You are like the first monsoon of the season
You are like jagjit singh's last ghazal
You are like the internate pack that first comes to my mind
You are one of those star I watch at evry night

Has anybody see my son
he loves fishing
very naughty but yet sweet and young

to the sea shore, his small foot runs
tell him, his mother is waiting at home
and ask him, where he has gone

since morning the season was deform
now the fisherman says,
the sea had struggle the storm
then where my son has gone
I am worried a lot
is he lose midway of the storm

please somebody go and find him
he is a small child
and don't know even how to swim

he never been so late
the evening sky buried
today, will he come home safe?

please somebody go and find him soon
sun has completely been set
and about to glance up the moon

tornado is now begin to move round
my child is still missing
and poor people from the village run around

perhaps, he is angry me from,
so he is trying to scare his mom
now your mom is being tired
please son come back home........