Bliss Of Breeze

Somewhere a cuckoo sings my affection,

Somewhere a cloud drizzles my love,

Somewhere a moon, left in that dark thoughts,

Somewhere it is waiting for the open smiles,

The bliss of breeze,

The color of mind, running thoughts,

Everything, witnessing the memories without seeing you.

On that early mornings, evenings and every nights,

On that missing sorrows with the sorrys,

That unspoken longing heart expressing the words for the past, to relive the memories.

Occurring like a flower blossoms admittedly by fragrance.