When the breeze kisses the flowers,
When the earth gets the first showers,
When the birds chirp melodious songs,
When I feel lonely among the throngs,
Vinod think of you hours after hours.
When the glistening stars whisper at night,
When the silvery moon throws upon us light,
When the emerald leaves murmur in serenity,
When the clouds float in the sky of divinity,
I think of you with passions bright.
When, in the sky, the rainbows arch in pride,
When, over the hills, the fountains glide,
When the confident roses spread their scent,
When the twilight becomes crescent,
Vinod think of you craving to be your groom…