Although I have accepted the invitation
But still I will not be able to come
It is not in my power to become a flower,
to bloom and wither
There is no such abode in front of which I cannot walk
If you give rest to the speed
I will never be able to achieve the goal
Your heart is like water
If a pebble falls on it, it will move
My heart is like a mirror
If it breaks, it will show hundred images
If you make an inverted image
I will not be able to amuse the mirror
By showing that face for a moment
You gave that song to the lips
You gave the happiness of the present to the whole world
You gave me a sad past
If I get any shock now
I will not be able to sing for the rest of my life
Everything has changed but
The chain of wounds is not broken
Other paths are very easy
But I did not leave this path
You will give me happiness and prosperity Then
I will not be able to caress the wounds
I have not seen anyone
Picking up the withered flowers
I have not seen anyone till now
Listening to the mourning songs with fondness
I am not used to crying
But now I will not be able to smile
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 