Thousands of dry deserts are,
If you can see in my eyes.
My knees are become weaker.
I'd crossed thousands of miles,
Carrying desires of tryst.
And if I forgot about the pain,
My soul is long burnt inside
Yet I'm about to turn to ashes!
Sure you find scars on my heart
Of a time when you were apart!
I can now feel a strange pain
While pain was never like this.
Flames of love can be discovered
Flying from restlessness of desires.
Let you kiss me once!
And take this pain away.
Give some peace to my heart,
And fill this desire of tryst.
Your kiss can end up-
All the burring and torment
Which I ever had on board!
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