The path is quite strange to me. I am here for the first time. Shall I take my steps ahead? I could see beautiful gardens filled with fragrance around so far, or are the unseen more beautiful? I am closing my eyes and holding your hand, be there always...............
Even those who made this way for us turn helpless to show the right path . We should make our own way in this labyrinth; be there always...............
Gone are the days of timidity in me for you being a stranger, the uniformity in our footsteps pulled us closer; be there always................
Just seen the reflection of my face in the pond beside, wondered at the surplus beauty seen there. It may diminish on the way when we get tired of this journey..still, be there always.In bygone days I used to dream of this path and the journey not alone, but your face then did never come clear.now on, be there always................
Even those who made this way for us turn helpless to show the right path . We should make our own way in this labyrinth; be there always...............
Gone are the days of timidity in me for you being a stranger, the uniformity in our footsteps pulled us closer; be there always................
Just seen the reflection of my face in the pond beside, wondered at the surplus beauty seen there. It may diminish on the way when we get tired of this journey..still, be there always.In bygone days I used to dream of this path and the journey not alone, but your face then did never come clear.now on, be there always................
We conversed through the bliss of silence so far; be there always.The long, dedicated saffron years turn fruitful to my soul here through you, and I know the real value of it; be there always................
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