How many dreams you dreamt my love,
how many songs I sang
who shall hear the heart’s
throb in this world’s bang?

There were millions craving
for the sake of music sweet
wishing to pick the blooming
buds of melodious beats.
Who shall pick these embers up
which the heart to ashes burnt
how many dreams you dreamt my love,
how many songs I learnt.

In the lonely abode of desires
so very alien was every note,
every face looked unknown
when the heart did closely dote.
In counting all the woeful moments,
the woes grew million-fold,
how many dreams you dreamt my love,
how many songs I rolled.

Autor Sajjaad Hussian Peerbhai

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