In my old book
You’re living as dry rose
In my broken heart
I feel you everyday too close
My love, I never feel
As I feel now
It just the feeling of love
for you
Could you feel it
Can you feel this
Say something to me
My rose
Why you became dry rose
Make connection
Take selection, be mine
My rose, my rose….
I was unaware of
Taste of love
At first when I saw you
I knew, what it was?
The face of you
Is like the new morning
I feel you when
Morning wind blows darling
Whenever you’ll come
You’ll find me there
I’ll always love you
And look for your care
In my old book
You’re living as dry rose
In my broken heart
I feel you everyday too close
When season flowers bloom
I pen down you in my room
In your dreams
I spend all my nights
You’re the one
Who makes my life
I’m sketching the beauty
Of all those moments
When you were near to me
My rose
Why you became dry rose
Give satisfaction
Make relation, be mine
My rose, my rose….
In my old book
You’re living as dry rose…
Words: Vinay Prajapati
Concept: 1999
Penned: 2008
