(aram vanga udas sure)
That aimless tune breaking my leisure time
Filling pain in the empty heart of my flute
My flute only calling the restless vagabond
Calling dream-awaking calling from far to near
Crying at solitary soul-corner during sundown
Mind does not know his name even today
His looks today still remaining unknown
Only as a shadow roaming around myself
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