When the scent of rose
Comes flitting into my
Room I know it is you
Walking down the path
To the village well
When the surly sparrow
Comes to sit on the sill
And chirp wildly I know
It is time for the sun rise
Across the green dale
When the sound of the
Stream falls into my ears
And I feel peace in mind
I know it is you talking
With your friends
When sound of bangles
Mingles with the prayer
Of the priest I know you
Drawing waters from the
Well by your hands
When earth gets lighted
With the stars and moon
I know a meteor would
Fall like good luck from
The space deep
When the night flowers
Spill their fragrances into
The air I know gathering
Sweet dreams in your eyes
You go to sleep
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