It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older one climbs with surprising strides. ..
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A girl whose name is love, is missing, is missing Simple wisher, beautiful looking, is missing, is missing
Her looks are like that of fairies Her nature is like that of Mariam When she laughs, the flowers fall When she walks, she looks like a gazal She is tall like the sarroo tree But her age is hardly like that of fire But she can understand the talks of eyes She is missing since ages But it appears as yesterday's talk It appears as today's talk It appears as now's talk
Just now, she was standing with me Just now, she is not with me What is this deception, what is this stranding My thinking is very much surprised My eyes are searching the colour of Face of everybody coming or going And are searching that girl
At the dawn of evening when in market On the turns, fragrance starts appearing When idleness, lethargy and uneasiness Starts accumulating on the four-way crossings In this Noisy loneliness The absence of that girl eats me up The absence of that girl becomes apparent Every moment it appears to me Every day it appears to me In the celebrations and in the crowds In the accumulated fragrances She will call me I will recognize her She will recognize me But in this flood of noise Nobody calls me Nobody looks towards me
But I don't know why I get the feeling But I don't know why I appear to see Every day in every crowd Her statue appears to be going But only I am not able to see her I remain lost in the face of That lost girl I keep on deteriorating in her sorrow I keep on depleting in her sorrow
I bind that girl with my oath I bind that girl with her oath I bind that girl with everybody's oath I bind that girl with world's oath I bind that girl with God's oath If she is somewhere reading or hearing If she's living or dying Once she should come and meet me She should not put a blot on my sincerity Otherwise I can not live I can not write any song
A girl whose name is love, is missing, is missing Simple wisher, beautiful looking, is missing, is missing.