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 you 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 deep the world may hurt when evening falls.
Someone once broke my tender heart with bitter calls,
Each word they said still bites me deep when evening falls.
Your velvet hair that softly flows as nightwind crawls,
Like some bright scarf that floats in air when evening falls.
Since you are far, your memory brings these empty walls,
This aching loneliness grips my heart when evening falls.
I sometimes think of when we met upon 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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