Waiting for the words
Words of love from your Lips
I am tired of this journey alone
I met many travellers in my journey
Most of them were rich traders
Who I wanted to trade with my heart
They were rich traders of wealth
I was a Rich man of love
But they keep on moving with me
Exploiting my resources
When I met you I saw
I saw you promised me
The bond of words
engraved in my heart
Which can't be rubbed off
I became a child of love in your hands
My whole world was within your smile
This place I call a desert
Again got rich with compassion
O my dear trader of love make me
Make me a rich merchant again
My bags full of love and joy
My bags full of compassion
O my rich merchant of love
Come to me and live with me again
I am all lost in this vast desert of traders
Who only mean business
I feel like I am lost among them .
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