When once the Nightqueen bloomed

Winter has come again
And brought with it its chill
And a whiff of your scent.

Cold evenings on a country road,
The nightqueen’s fragrance in our garden
And the moonlight streaming in though the window:
Distant memories stirred by the wind

Of shared umbrellas in the monsoon,
Autumn leaves falling to the ground
And the relished feel of wool
In a warm country’s winter.

Every road leads me to you
And the sweet pain in which we revelled;
But greater pain it is to know
That these memories are all I have

KISHORE KUMAR