Once upon a happy monsoon,
A gentleman called Time
And a capricious lady called Fate,
Decided to send the youth Love to live with me.
Sweet Love and I carved a niche for ourselves,
And called it Our Eternity;
We forgot the people who sent Love to me
And decided that they didn’t exist.
But then those ephemeral deities got jealous
And kidnapped my sweetheart Love,
And made him forget me and my mistakes;
And they destroyed Our Eternity.
I’m a vagabond now, Love-less and homeless,
But never will submit to those kidnappers.
I will find my sweetheart again,
And make him remember who I am.
KISHORE KUMAR
wow wow wow!this one is quite different from d rest of urs…n i like d title too….good luck,keep loving(the right people) 🙂
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Thanks Isha, for the lovely and encouraging comment. Well, is the right people thing in our hands?
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Totally cool! I love the last two lines. 🙂
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🙂>>Thanks for the comment, vasudha!
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