In a day many times
Every now and then
While I write my rhymes
Or hear the temple chimes
In think only of you then
Somewhere in between
The chatter of friends
In middle of night
When my sleep ends
In think only of you then
When sun’s first rays greet
Walking alone on vacant Street
Alienated in my own home
Lost in a crowd of unknown men
I think only of you then
Many times in laughter and pain
In seasons of sun, snow and rain
Hurt by many for mistakes none
When I cry hiding from everyone
I think only of you then
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