When i met You firstly in life
You covered the soul and mind
You sketched Your picture deeply
With golden inks with hunter's eyes
In Black sateen and Gray dress
More pretty than Peri and angel
Its the first hand shake of life
I was simple mountainous boy
I ve nt seen Peri like You
Or i ve nt shaken hands yet
May be i was scared of culture
Or i ve nt faced yet in life
Sitting under shadow tree
Saying the word of ' please'
Worrying about me and you
Its your gentility and respect.
When i cross the tree where we set
when i cross the place of hand shake
when i cross the place of final meeting
Just missing, you re the first and last
In the stormy rain you went alone
Like a moon with sun Rays
Like a dream with opening eye
Like a wind with blowing waves
Its true many ve tried to be with them
I ve beard a lot of stories
I ve heard a lot of remedies
But..............................
You ve printed the lines so deeply
Which don't allow me to alter the words