In the early days of our love,
We were young, full of desires;
At the darkness of countless dusks,
We explored many deserted rutted lanes.
To dip into the ancient emotion
That lies in the heart of darkness,
We disrupted the melody of silence
With the bell's noises of pedalled rickshaws.
Bell's noises in empty lanes!
You may wonder, innocent boy.
Ease your thought, go through my words-
"We were unfolding, then, the petals of our love."
