Hindi version 3309
Do you ever think of me at all when evening falls?
A sharp pain stirs my silent soul when evening falls.
Alone at dusk, your thoughts return, I feel your call,
The wick within my heart still burns when evening falls.
Though filled with storms, my path is hard, yet I stand tall,
No matter how deeply the world may hurt when evening falls.
Someone once broke my tender heart with bitter calls,
Each word they said still cuts me deep when evening falls.
Your velvet hair that softly flows as night wind crawls,
Like some bright scarf that floats in air when evening falls.
Since you are far, your memory fills these empty walls,
This aching loneliness grips my heart when evening falls.
I sometimes think of when we met within those halls,
My little heart-bud blooms again when evening falls.
Those silky memories I keep close, like gentle shawls,
And then some cuckoo sings for Geet when evening falls.
3.17pm 01 Dec 2025
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