Walking on the narrow pavements of flowers,
Let us wet each other with the lovely showers,
Let us wash down the dirt of hate,
Though we are late, it’s never too late,
Come on sweetheart running nimble on the thwarts,
Let us share our beauty, let us share our hearts.
Your voice is sweet and I can play a guitar,
The garden is in your reach, it’s not too far,
I know on way are thorns with a naught,
A blue skirt for you, a gift I have brought,
Let them damage sweet heart your pink skirt,
Let them have a glimpse and ignore their flirt,
Come on my friend with your lovely fine arts,
Let us share the music, let us share our hearts.
It’s a lonely garden very few visit it,
Even in day light its sky moon lit,
That silences the hot and the burning gun,
The tall dense trees don’t allow the sun,
It’s covered all around with the creepers of love,
With a few windows for the peaceful dove,
Fly in with a song of frozen thoughts,
Let us melt dry ice, let us share our hearts.
I know the fatigue I know the hardship,
The fire that burns the places of worship,
Has made red hot the up street,
Loving animals will lick your feet,
Humans lack it but the beasts can cure,
Yes in this garden are such beasts I assure,
Come with a soul that is dying in droughts,
Hearts have clouds, let us share our hearts.
As the garden does not have any worship place,
And the blind terrorists unaware of its grace,
Birds, butterflies, flowers and greenery,
A lovely fountain and lovely scenery,
Where prayer is love that is hidden in hearts,
In music and paintings of the nature’s art,
Come sweetheart the spring now departs,
Let us sing and dance, let us share our hearts.