MADHU HOW CRUEL WAS THE FATE TO YOU
HAD YOU NOT BORN I WOULD HAVE NOT
WEPT FOR YOU WITH TEARS IN MY EYES
YOUR WERE EMITTING FRAGRANCE ALL OVER
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MADHUBALA HOW SWEET YOU WERE
HOW KIND YOU WERE
HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU WERE
AND HOW FASCINATING YOU WERE
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MY GRIEF IS INCONSOLABLE
WHEN MY SIGHT CAUGHT
THE VISION OF MY DEAR FLOWER
HAVING THOUSANDS OF PETALS
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MADHU YOU WERE A SWEET FLOWER
EMITTING FRAGRANCE ALL OVER
YOU WERE ON PERFECTION
THAT THE GOD MOULDED YOU
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HE WAS BORN TO FREEDOM
FROM THE AGONISING PAIN OF MOTHER
HE JUMPED, JERKED ALONG WITH HIS MATES
AND GRAZED ON FIELDS WITH NO SHACKLES
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WITH HEAVY HEART
SHE MOVED WADING CORPSES
SREWN AMONG THE CRUSHED CONCRETE
THE YEARNING FRAGILE CRIES
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IN MOMENTS OF SOLITUDE
I HAVE A BUNCH OF FLOWERY DREAMS
I LONG TO BECOME A BIRD
GLIDING OVER THE SNOW WHITE CLOUD
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IN LOVE BETWEEN HUMANS
THERE IS A BETRAYAL
EITHER BY LADY
OR BY MAN!
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I LOST THE FRAGRANCE
OF THE CHILDHOOD
THE ADOLESCENCE
AND THE COLOURFUL YOUTHHOOD
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