Today, I remembered yesterdays' rain "comin' down on a sunny day" then suddenly "nothing else matters" when you ask the piano man to "sing me a song" as "I listened, to the wind, the wind of my soul"
पुराने संदूक में ये क्या खोज रही है शायद नन्हे बच्चों को अपने ढूंढ रही है। छोटे छोटे रंग बिरंगे पैरहन में उनका बचपन संजोए रखा था। सब कुछ टटोलकर शायद अपनी मुस्कुराहट ढूंढ रही है।
When I was a mere child I would wake up as soon as the Sun broke out in rays A radio would be placed on a table in our little porch And its songs always brought me joy Oh, what nostalgia The Carpenters would sing their comforting music Bread would sing their heartfelt songs Whenever Perhaps Love would come, I would close my eyes and wander about my future life
I know of a girl who dreads the New Year Because it steals her away from poodle-skirts and telephones And all that is long gone Drags her across the floor by her ankles while she sobs as though she'd known the era's dead.
