I am at Saroj Niwas sitting in my pergola all
alone,
The bright sun is shining but nightfall is coming
along.
My world is lonely and the whole yard is quiet
and free,
Birds and doves twitter as they hop from tree to
tree.
The rain falls on the roof top and the doves are
with their mate,
I am alone and lonely without the loving
company of my mate.
The water is not able to cool my grief nor my
sorrow and sadness,
Whole world is disturbed I am with the fond
memories of my mistress.
I see a pretty little pigeon descending from the
sky to land in the yard,
She represents my Pretty Lotus and is my
delight of the backyard.
The colourful lorikeets that hang on the trees to
get the sweet juice,
They give me the joy that we used to enjoy
while drinking the grape juice.
All is not lost in my life and I am still interacting
with my sweetheart.
I love to often sit in the pergola and feel she is
still part of my heart.
It is now getting harder though as the time goes
by
I find I am getting older but missing her more as
time goes by.
