All alone, I sit;
Wondering my day;
Past seems bright,
Its the futute that fades away.
No one has made me think but She;
She whom I can only see.
August rush is what it feels,
When she looks and smiles at me.
Sometimes I wonder,
it must be a dream;
How can it bring me pleasure,
Still make me wish I could scream;
A little courage is what I ask,
For I must say someday.
Another Lonely Night is what I get,
Wondering my all day.
composed by: Kaaran Dhar