Today as she is here to brighten up our world...I get reminded about Costello singing it loud to me....so I enumerate these lines out for her on Elvis's behalf to raise a toast to this ocassion n to celebrate the joy...Click...Click....Sharing the moment with a touch of Joy....
She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She
May be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She
May not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is She
She, oh she
3 comments:
Putku's kakima'r kotha shune duti boi kinlam...Shantaram, ar Interpreter of Maladies....Jhumpa Lahirir koyekta golpo pore khubi bhalo laglo.
Please read below for a immature poem (cause its been limited by my Bangla)
Putku, kochi ekti praan,
Khudar jibon maatir daan,
She ki kotha koi, jaani nago bhai,
Kaane ashe unmotto gaan.
That was like yellow-mellow i think...
Take care,
Raj.
hi i dont know if that comment was general a you actually wanted my email id - in any case it is sagniknandy@gmail.com
Good, but tell me how is circle of reason. Pune is sucking. Manu is in Dubai. The only form of entertainment is parties.
Take care
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