Coming my days
I would be far from you.
A long distance you can feel
I can't see through your eyes
How much beauty in a day you do drink?
The morning light and the gorgeous sun-rise
Not in the sun-set of eve.
Coming my days
I would be far from you.
If the light will go.
I can't make a lamp of your dark room
When you sit in front of the window
Your eyes would search me and your spring.
You can smell the treasure of coming monsoon.
I would not be here for you.
To console your disturbed soul.
I would be an another place
Where I was born
In my native land
From the open window
The air of your fragrance I will get
Without your presence
Can you wait till the moment I will back?