Memory Of The Beloved

When your memory come in my mind,
This night of Poonam also feels like dark.

Seeing your image my body becomes fluttered,
Each of my moments passes in your thoughts.

When I write a love letter, the mind goes to dancing,
My mind becomes very eager to waiting for your answer.

If you are with me, the night becomes colored,
Without you, this life becomes deserted .

If you go to leave me, the house looks like desolate,
The sweet tone of "Murali" makes me feel like arrow.

Composition:-
Dhanjibhai Gadhiya "Murali" (Junagadh)