Wandering down the lanes of summer Hill br Enjoying scintillating chill blow of wind br Mild, at times wild were the blows br Seems like wind is trying to lift me in its hand br Saw the staggering steps of my beloved br Coming from the other end of the hill br Her pink stole was fluttering like the waves of sea end br Eyes were blinking like the twinkling of stars br hairs were entangled on the face all around br A beautiful scene is embedded in my mind br Enough to rejuvenate the pensive days of Lifebr br Santosh Sharmabr br