SITA RAM

Whether Ram loves Sita
Or Sita loves Ram
In between the love of these two
Why world need to interfere

Keep the gun in your pocket
Keep the trigger in control
Whether Ram loves Sita
Or Sita loves Ram

When the stormy clouds rain
They crave to see Sita's adorning
Bangles, nose-ring, waist-band
The dark pink colour suits her
Ram and Sita are like love birds
With full passionate feeling
Everyone seems like an enemy
I see a thief in everyone

A peacock is sitting in your balcony
It's the peacocks mistake
There is one bullet and one life
On every bullet is written
The name of the person whom it kills
He can even trick the bullet
That's the kind of work he does

I'm letting down all my guards
With complete devotion
I've become lost
In your beautiful guise
Sita is chanting just one name
Chief of the house Lord Ram