Hearing his name ...
Hearing his name ...
Hearing his name...
I ran into the world of hopes
Like a bird from the cage,
The beautiful moments gives scopes
To start life like a mirage.
Hearing his name...
I feel better than before
Like a great time is just my neighbour,
The sound of birds chirping with galore
And my sense of hearing is now active more.
Hearing his name...
My heart starts searching for him
For his one special glace at least,
My mind is saying now something
And altogether they are having feast.
Hearing his name...
It reminds me of my old days
The moments of our togetherness,
The playing on the heap of hays
With each other in different ways.

