Bamboo winds wafting with a humming noise
- नयाGen Productions
- Jul 20, 2018
- 1 min read
Bamboo winds wafting with a humming noise
Is there handful of flowers?
Flowers are flowing in my heart in memories
Doesn’t it possess colours of memories?
Doesn’t it possess colours of memories?
Bamboo winds wafting with a humming noise
Is there handful of flowers?
Flowers are flowing in my heart in memories
Doesn’t it possess colours of memories?
Doesn’t it possess colours of memories?
Slowly moving to fade, the curtain of blue sky
At a distance some star waiting with
Make ups done by applying colours
Slowly moving to fade, the curtain of blue sky
At a distance some star waiting with
Make ups done by applying colours
As the stage wakes up to action
Lull-able native green parrots
Will you not come this way flying
Bamboo winds wafting with a humming noise
Is there handful of flowers?
Flowers are flowing in my heart in memories
Doesn’t it possess colours of memories?
Doesn’t it possess colours of memories?
On disrobing the costumes and
Prepares to slumber at night
A night bird inside me sang
Without sleep even at that time
On disrobing the costumes and
Prepares to slumber at night
A night bird inside me sang
Without sleep even at that time
Winged the newly coloured wings
Again will the autumn come?
Bamboo winds wafting with a humming noise
Is there handful of flowers?
Flowers are flowing in my heart in memories
Doesn’t it possess colours of memories?
Doesn’t it possess colours of memories?
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