Comments about Naitik Gala
There was a time, when i used to play,
on the guitar like a stray.
So many songs I made,
now they appear to fade.
I used to sit under the sky and the sun,
With them, I had lot of fun
About me and my guitar i used to say,
Will never separate like sun and day,
But now, about past I think,
The days went like eyes I blink
I wandered in the green like a sheep,
Never to look before i leap,
Happiness and contentment, always it reaps
Those times are situated in my heart very deep
Now I can do nothing about it, but weep
Now the ...