ON A PICNIC DAY

On a pure scintillating day,
I was lost in someone's thought.
My mind was like a winter landscape,
Your soul was like a sunday morning.
That was on a picnic day.


My soul was roaming,how lonely it was !
it was searching for you, my dear,in the picnic spot,
On a picnic day.
Your body was like a forest,full of greenery.
Your hair was like the black clouds.
Your eyes were like River Thames.
That was felt on a picnic day.

I lost my soul once,
In the lap of the hills.
From that day ,a piece from my stoned heart,
is lying on the footsteps of your stream...
On a picnic day . On a picnic day .