(To Phir Aao)
I'm here,
Tease me,
Come on over,
Make me cry.
My mind becomes a cloud
And my eyes start pouring,
My sighs go so high,
Like hurricanes.
Take away your sorrows
All that you burdened on me.
Or else tell me
How to bear them.
Now from this place
I have to go away,
The roads that lead to my love,
I need to find them.
I'm here,
Tease me,
Come on over,
Make me cry.
- Vinaykrishnan.
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