Yours is the name that comes to my lips.
Inevitable as the dusk and dawn,
A magic flying carpet it weaves,
That takes me down the memory lane;
I embark upon a fascinating journey.
Reminiscing makes me happy, and sad -
Because you mean more than a world to me.
Into a downpour dissolves my sorrow
And my joys shine in bright sunny days.
When finally the monsoon clouds go,
Through them I'd send you this message:
