Comments about Amol Ichalkaranje
In the dreams my heart often sails
To a land serene where hope never frails
Deep beneath the woods, lush and green
Dwells a girl with a feiry sheen.
She sings, she sways and while she smiles
A dimple plays beneath her twinkling eyes.
In awe, I gaze at her pretty face
Her coiffed hair and the girly grace.
With her eyes on me, my heartbeats rise
Her amused vibes clear my million dark skies.
The love in my eyes knew no bound
I lost my world, then her I found.
Her soothing touch, her tender care
Her unfeigned affection unveils the love so rare. ...