When it moves, the whole body would tickle it,
Would have reminded someone .....
So love would have been looted on someone ...
And don't know how old memories are refreshed ...
That paper boat...
Those lovely music of crickets,
flickering light/lights of firefly,
Lovely mother music,
Dad's angry scolding
lush green fields,
Cold tickling air
Fragrance from Saundhi Saundhi Kheto
Do not know how old memories are refreshed
Such a lovely pleasant rain.