kalyani peddada - echo

In search of an image, that my heart holds,
I keep calling through the vacuum,
Me walking along the gruffy crowdy streets of the town,
Despite my senses knowing you are not seen at this juncture,
My eyes are constantly in search of yours at every face I see.
I hear the soft voice crooning along the wind,
Recalls the reality dreamt long ago, where I saw the lustrous truth raising,
Spreading the fragrance of the blooms seldom noticed,
it was the sun and moon appeared so small,
The shadow of the giant was hard to be captured by the tot,
Staring with staggering shins and a broken crown in dismay,
Feels like a weird, but wonderful echo to the queries unuttered.

kalyani peddada

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