Come back at this river side
Come back under this peepul shade;
Come back with this Azan of dawn
Come back in this orange autumn noon.
Here you built a nest, watered a plant
And dreamt with me in those cozy winter night.
And promised you'll be by my side
Along this green field, under this blue sky.
All are now silent like this dead winter snow;
And it seems I have reached at my end now,
Still I hope to find you in one sunny morning,
And hope to start a new begining.
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