My unforgotten flame,
you are a warm experience, Sandhya,
a warm experience you are,
you are an unforgettable memory
of love and unfailing inspiration.
You are my insatiable thirst, Sandhya,
the smell of mango buds you are,
spreading all around in the advent of Spring.
I looked for you everywhere after you left,
but I found you nowhere, my love,
I failed to find in anyone
the kind of fulfillment you had infused in me.
The thought of you appeared all on a sudden
after so many years in a moon-lit night.
Each moment that you had filled with love,
the dreams spun and your charming cheer-up
all became fresh in memory.
Love doesn't die wherever we are,
how far we maybe from one another,
for love is the marvel in our mind
that no one can bind
and it leaps up from the bottom
like rose buds sprouting, blossoming in Autumn.
Love is the source of inspiration
all through our life's length;
love is power, love is force,
love is mind's evergreen strength.
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