Oh! My love, the cause is our encounter
Dear! I married to you solitude
Too many whole nights, I cried with foggy mind
Early morning, I kiss liked dew kissing the flower
The dawn came with the bright Sundays, I cried
Then, Dear! I married to our separation
I was running all over city to collect memories
Then I hold our memories in the deep mind
I became crazy for you, this rat race
Then, Dear! I married to our separation
Life is a full up and down like a Rose plant
It has pain and pleasure like thorns and flowers
The flower is picked for its beauty
Other are left for bees to collect a sweet honey
My dear, my separation is not for pick
It is to reach peak of the spirituality