A simple picture
A toy ,
life on one side and death on the other ,
swinging in the middle ;
sometimes laughing ,
sometimes crying and singing ,
sometimes with a serious tone ,
every string without a heart ;
mana hi mana har pal ,
leke white arse idol of Priya ,
the beauty that came out of the dream ;
toh kabhi lekar bhoj patra gulal kar rohan
and deep colors of tears ,
make a simple picture of the same beauty ;
now the memories of my dreams are drying up ,
the evening of my life is now beginning to fade away ,
what is left is to be lost in the darkness of the night .
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Translated In Bhashini - 13/02/2024
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