YOU sometimes the soft light of afternoon, You are my moonlit night . sometimes you have my silent lake , Sometimes a beautiful cascade . You became my companion in Autumn’s rays, Sometimes in cyclones and in clouds. Again, you come to me forgetting all conceit, dressing up the colours of love .
You have come to me with the flying bird, At a time you have become the deadly noon . With your skilled grip someday ,sometimes ,
you picked up the entire Universe .
We met together in crowded street. Sometimes in a solitary place. Perhaps sometimes we met together , In the remote forest of the Hill.
You’re my Sky too. Being my noon and cold , Sometimes you stand beside me, Gazing at me .
As you’re wrapped with me , Exist music and love , Easily I have kicked out all Even the days of indignity.