Warm orange light at night,
Dancing in the moonlight, the starlight,
Shadows and Turns, Trees and Stones,
I have counted 83 and each leaf I had known,
And those dreams I whispered to you,
My Duliajan, you know that I have always loved you.
Do you remember the tears you soaked,
The hushed memories of dawn,
The flowers that you bloomed bright,
All those times you held me tight,
I thought we were forever.
A haven, we were comrades together.
But you made me a nomad, I had to go,
My stories went dry, I missed you so,
Travelled far and high, No solace I could find,
Matter did not exist, no heart and too much mind,
Tired I looked for you, my sanctuary,
I looked for you..
