Bijay Kant Dubey

My Song A Love-song Calling You From Far

The song of love sing I,
The song of love.

The song of love whistle I,
The song of love.

The song of love hum I,
The song of love.

You do not know, how do I love you?
How much do I love you?

My song calling you from far,
Just do not say goodbye to me.

Even if you have to go, go you definitely
But after hearing my song.

The song of love
Which want I to sing before as for your appreciation.

And taking your admiration, want I to go away
Whistling and humming my song.

The song of love my love, whistling and going
As if someone calling me from behind.

Asking to whistle and hum again, to sing it again
As so much so liked it.

My love,
I myself do not know, how mush do I love you?

Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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