Ashok Niyogi
Like the morning mist
Like the first drops of dew
I love you.
I saw the hunchback
And the treetops
I saw the sky above
The mountain line
And then I decided that
I love you.
Birds talk to me
Sunshine shines
It will be hot
In the middle of the day,
What will Ganichka do?
The evening rain
Will assuage your pain
And life will go on
With the Jazz and razzmatazz,
I will drink the same cocktail
Made with wine,
It’s summer
Or didn’t you know?
