Still behind that bush, the periwinkle laughs at us both,
And by our remembrance, the shevanti still blushes.
Having seen us then, the dew still shivers,
For the half-spoken whisper, the champak, so stern, still crumbles.
Reminiscing your crystalline back, the grass is still damp.
To kiss your fee, the butterflies yet crave.
Jasmine is still intoxicated by the fragrance of your hair,
Hithero in that grassy blade resonates our laughter.
Still under that hazy moon, my desires wander
Filling the song with venom, the wind babbles.
http://www.aathavanitli-gani.com/GenPages/Song.asp?Id=126
And by our remembrance, the shevanti still blushes.
Having seen us then, the dew still shivers,
For the half-spoken whisper, the champak, so stern, still crumbles.
Reminiscing your crystalline back, the grass is still damp.
To kiss your fee, the butterflies yet crave.
Jasmine is still intoxicated by the fragrance of your hair,
Hithero in that grassy blade resonates our laughter.
Still under that hazy moon, my desires wander
Filling the song with venom, the wind babbles.
http://www.aathavanitli-gani.com/GenPages/Song.asp?Id=126
