My heart which always beats for you in mid of any bay,
Is actually made up of some mixed clay
What a belief it has on you
That whenever I am tensed it just wants your view.
Wind of time has started blowing;
And roots of memories are only growing.
You make a difference to my thoughts-
And it keeps me busy in what I actually sought”
Whenever it’s tough time,
You come to my rescue to make my heart strong,
As its made up of clay
And which beats on unique tone of song.
My story without you can never be over,
Though you may be having many people in your close frame
I will just be an outsider who is to be blame,
My heart and you are both attached together
And a part of it is made up of clay which is self gathered
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