Happy days they were,

that life shall come no more,

when you used to hold my hands,

and loved me at the core.

Spring was on the head,

when we laughed and cried together,

your tender hands on my cheeks,

above was the peepal tree and we sat under.

The strawberries you used to present,

I still remember its sweetness,

its sweetness like your words,

it was more than happiness.

The union of the lake and the sun,

together we used to see,

the rays that reflected in us,

now which would never be.

Gone are those blissful days,

that spring shall come never,

my days have come to emptiness,

too hard to forget them ever.