There's a desert but I have to walk,
In the dark, mysterious night I have to go ahead.
Oh well, well, what happened to my heart?
Why is it so felicitious?
It does not worn out from the vacuum.
Oh why my feet are scraping?
I have to wait, recuperate and then walk again.
The journey is long, the way is difficult,
But I'm more sentimental than ever.
Across the river, in the realm of love I want to reach,
There my love would remain forever
Oh love, my love,
I want to meet myself by meeting you...
KHUSHWANT DAKSH -India-
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