Why must we meet, why must we part,
why must we bear this yoke of MUST,
Without our leave or askt or given,
by tyrant Fate on victim thrust?
That Eve so gay, so bright, so glad,
this Morn so dim, and sad, and grey;
Strange that life’s Registrar should write
this day a day, that day a day!
Showing posts with label Raag Hansadvani - Tarana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Raag Hansadvani - Tarana. Show all posts
5.10.2010
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