ಕೆಂಪು ಗುಲಾಬಿ
ಅವಳು ದಾಸವಾಳದ ದಳದಂತಿರುವ ದೇವಿ
ಹೂವು ಬಳ್ಳಿ ಮೇತ್ತಿ ಮುತ್ತಿಡುವಂತ ಭೂಮಿ,
ಸನಿಹಕೆ ಸೆಳೆಯುವ ನಗುವಿನ ಮಾಯಾವಿ
ನಿತ್ಯ ಅರಳುವ, ನಲಿದು ನಗುವ ಕೆಂಪು ಗುಲಾಬಿ..
Young Nights
We slept under the night skies On little fingers, counting the stars, Times were young, and so was I The moon was full, the street was ours, As the night grew cold, Many real stories were told, Of kings, princesses, and gods Of little mischief and petty frauds, Magic, mystery, morals, and whatnot To believe in the incredible, they taught, Sleeping on the comfort of her lap I closed my eyes, and the stories came alive Imagination and dreams merged, perhaps; To the land of magic, I did arrive.. -Mutturaaaj
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