I am here in the middle of the garden,
Admiring the beauty and the beautiful sight.
Everything is so nice, so beautiful and seems just great,
It looks as if I am in heaven,
But still I am not contended, why am I not jovial?
Because I am all alone here,
Sitting on a bench, with a bouquet of flowers in my hand,
And sitting with some visions in my eyes.
Visions! But which are not clear, which are incomplete,
Incomplete! Incomplete they are because of his absence.
He, who hasn’t come to me till now,
He, who will come to my life,
He, who will love me the most,
He, whom I will love the most,
He, who will trust me,
He, whom I will trust,
He, who will understand me,
He, whom I will understand,
He, who will give me all the exhilaration,
He, who will complete my visions by being in them!
The visions unknown, with just the aspiration of becoming known,
Known! Known to him and through him, known to the world.
The visions are incomplete,
The flowers seem to be incomplete,
This heaven is incomplete,
I am incomplete,
And yes, my life is incomplete.
Everything is just so incomplete.
It is incomplete without you!
So waiting just for you!!!