The wind has agreed to carry, my words in its liberal womb. We will stir awake some trees from sleep and whisper songs beside the lonely tomb.
Yesterdays hide within my heart, shielded by sorrows. I whither slowly, dreaming of tomorrows.
Do you hear me, o resting soul!
This is my lullaby,
My sleep has waned
Do you mind,
If I borrowed?
In collaboration with Bharath. Always a savior!