p.m. nine thirty, August, first, Sunday Today they call as friendship day In a bus, sleeping coach, I lay With destination as morning far away Sleep, I know I will get not But night will pass, with just your thought I don’t want you to like me, if you like me not ’cause your happiness, to me, means a lot I wish I was in Mumbai, to wish you for the day But I hope, my remembering you is enough, any way Or shall I call you tomorrow? What do you say? You must be enjoying vacations, day, every day For falling in love, a big price, I pay Days how many, I don’t know, here I will stay But as usual, every day For you I will pray That you stay happy always And drive the tears away Smile, smile, smile…smile any way |
9:30 p.m.-1 August-99
