O Singer of Rama,
Even though I do not like
The heart takes to it not,
It melts the heart
And tears well up in the eyes
To fall down silently,
Refreshing the memories
Of sweet love,
Love lost and bygone,
You are not
But your image,
Your shadow is
Haunting me and my mind
And I going down the memory lane
In my search
But you not around me,
I know you have gone far away
But the song of Rama which hum you
It still haunts me, haunts me!
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