I know you - my dear lady, to me you are not a stranger
You live somewhere in this world, but don’t live very far
I’ve heard you in my morning raga; I’ve heard you in the evening bell
They cherish to say a lot about you and I also have a story to tell.
I follow you with my eyes – my fair lady, though you can’t see me
I paint you in the canvas of my soul but not for everyone to see
You’re the companion of my secret play, eavesdropper of my silent expression
Even in crowd of a thousand I feel you- can sense your matchless sensation.