During the time
I take a nap sitting
In my wooden chair;
I hang my head
Low to keep eyes
Off from the suns glare;
Though mind feels
Relaxed with warm wind
Caressing my head;
I remember you,
Our lost love in my
Heart is not yet dead;
I do not sleep
In the sultry afternoons
I often visit the place
Where in our hearts
First love has bloomed
With a flowery grace
Sound of your giggle
Wakes me up though I
Can’t find you near
Like a child I do sob
To see my chest wet
With drops of warm tear
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