With the colors of flowers, I melted my hours
And wrote this love song for Ritu;
She’ll smile and adore, and love me a bit more
In my dreams I will see that too_
She is like sugar, a fresh forever, a sweet singing love;
She’s the thought, a lonely soul, is only thinking of!!
I sleep with her dreams, I wake with her thoughts
I hum my sweet tune called Ri;
The world has to wait, for a Mozart or Hayden
Or might just listen to me_
Her name is the sound, as I walk in town, a sweet singing love;
She’s the thought, a lonely soul, is only thinking of!!
The music of my sighs, the drum of my heart
She is my Geetanjali;
The fragrance of flower, that will last forever
A living poetry_
Lost in the crowd, I wander around, a sweet singing love;
She’s the thought, a lonely soul, is only thinking of!!
I go east or west, north or south
Its Bowling Green, Ohio;
She smiles at me, wherever I see
In the summer, in the snow_
Whatever I say, she comes my way, a sweet singing love;
She’s the thought, a lonely soul, is only thinking of!!
Come rain or thunder, hail and winter
I can see me path;
In the depths of nature, I see her picture
We can never part_
My pocket rose, I hold so close, I am her and she is me;
She’s the thought of a lonely soul, my forever Ri!!