English Songs

Fresh and dolce

It was a beautiful dusk
When I was at my threshold
And waiting for
Opening of your door

Moon was moving to south
And saying goodbye
Heart filled with a hope
Was gentle as blooming rose

Birds were singing
It was fresh and dolce
Leaves and buds with dew
Were all shrinking in cold

You were in blue maxi
Looking like a prayer to God
My heart was pounding
In love that is pure

It was a daily scene
Without a sentence or a word
My hidden love, my truth
Was out of breath under some fold

Nothing left like the past
Yet the story is still same
With some droplets of dew
With loneliness and solitude

Where are you?
Where is that dusk?

Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned: 2006

By Vinay Prajapati

Vinay Prajapati 'Nazar' is a Hindi-Urdu poet who belongs to city of tahzeeb Lucknow. By profession he is a fashion technocrat and alumni of India's premier fashion institute 'NIFT'.

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