Penned By B D Narayankar
A song is besieged in my heart
Verses caged in the lips
Words fleet about like nightingales -
They find it difficult to perch on the page
Inspite of digging
Into the mine of words, night long
I couldn't stitch a line, my love
If only I could succeed
Was to write your name on an empty page
Is the song done?
Can there be a better song than your name?
Tell me Honey, tell me Moon, the beloved
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