It is natural br Not to reject on arrival br The memory of old love and friends br As it sweets the time at the end br br No one seeks br And feels weak br It is bound to speak in question br Either in isolation on in relation br br I used to write letters br On love matter br But each time was unable post br As it troubled me most br br I carry that impression even today br Why did I lose that golden way? br It was finest spell of belonging br I was surely and happily singing br br She used to be my dream queen br Such feeling was never seen br It brought me cheers when felt sad br She was in dream and well read br br It has no relevance br To continue with its presence br But certainly it gives secret smile br When you sink deep for a whilebr br hasmukh amathalalbr br