My story begins to unfold its story as rising sun

My mind remains around you all the time,

And I pray to God to have you to me love.

Let me sing my song if that I have ever sung,

And I keep nothing in my heart except loving you and hug.

Now you open up your door of heart,

And show me your lovely eyes with moonlight.

I will come back to you sooner or later,

And you forget not to love me forever.

The rising sun cannot wait to show its face remaining behind the dark cloud,

And my story begins its journey to the musical world.

The flower blossoms and spreads beauty everywhere with its flavor,

And I become happy when you are blossoming as lovely flower.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 12.52

10.05.2019