Lost in valleys high,
Cool winds pass me by.
I wish to rest with you,
Your warm arms draw my eye.
Sweet scent fills the air,
Soft and light, so fair.
I wish that I could stay here,
But duty waits somewhere.
With you, life feels bright,
Like heaven’s gentle light.
Without you, what is left?
I walk on, day to night.
Dreams I will fulfill,
Then return, I will.
Here I’ll sing my 'Geet' (song),
Calm, quiet, and still.
9.40 am 30 Jan 2026
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