Whenever she was around
She was a happy song;
Sang she a lullaby.
Her memories persist
even after she's gone
like a sad song stuck
in my head- a lamentation.
Sometimes when I think of it
a melancholy of grief plays;
Yet, she was a sweet melody
like a song from long time ago.
It's rhythm fresh even now,
my heart still pulsates to it.
I don't know if she's, huh?
What do they call it?
a soulmate? Nevermind!
She was but a songmate!
And that's something!
Tell her when you pass by,
That I miss her
Like an old soul misses
his radio box;
Like a lonely sky misses
it's nightingale,
Like a....
Sarva
