This is samsara,

IsA bottle of daru,Daru,Indian daru,Piyo aur mast rahoI meanA daru master,Piyo aur pilao,Piyo aur jio.He for daru,Daru for him,Made for each other,Daru piyo aur jio,Daru hi jindagi hai.A hard drinkerLies he fallenBy the roadside,On the footpath often.A daruman he,Made for daru,Daru for himAnd he passing lifeAs thus.Taking daru,Dancing and rollickingAnd rocking,A daru man he,A disco…

The hamlets and thorps awaking and arising fromWith thin wrappers over the bodyShivering with cold and coming out into the golden sunshine to bask.

But the mist encircling,Enveloping it all around.There is nothing as that you can see, I can mark,Only mist and vapour around,All around,I cannot see you, you cannot see me,You standing close to me, a little far fromAnd I a little away from,But you seeing me not, I seeing you not.The beauty of the misty morning…

Remember me, remember me.

Yearning and hankering after,This is the tale of our life.You gifted a rose to me emotionally,I met you and datedAnd as thus our story began it.

Can the wife not on the wrist of her husband?I have seen the people tying rakhis on the wrists of passers-by.Suppose a sister has not a brother,Just suppose you a brother is sisterless.The rakhi is a symbol of love, love and bonding.