Sometime I think of the peaceful
Ashram
That was seated by beautiful pristine River
Often in thought of the serene full moon night
I am mostly lost in those of reflective images
And those pure verse and fairy tales full of fun
Keep me innocent and full of joyous activities
Those sweetest memories keep my love of a life
I think of my dream lost in the past few years
My boyish years were not illusive but decisive
Those wishes and whispers of sage still here
Thoughts of lost years are not lost at all, Dear
That was seated by beautiful pristine River
Often in thought of the serene full moon night
I am mostly lost in those of reflective images
And those pure verse and fairy tales full of fun
Keep me innocent and full of joyous activities
Those sweetest memories keep my love of a life
I can see in full moon night a sage
sitting still
And concentrating on the full moon
reflection I think of my dream lost in the past few years
My boyish years were not illusive but decisive
Those wishes and whispers of sage still here
Thoughts of lost years are not lost at all, Dear
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