I am the kabuliwalah in the desert ....

my darling
when i sail through the desert of life
all parched and thirst
my soul giving up
my sole all burnt up
i find the scrambed paper
with your little handprints
in my heart...

when i start dying of hunger and thirst
and when life blows its hot wind on my face
and when i am just about to give up

i find the little piece of bread
tucked inside the scrambled paper
you so fondly put inside my pocket
while playing with me

my darling
i wake up then
and i begin living

you are the manna of my life
and in that handprint of yours
i see my life line
so snuggly
entwined with your destiny line...

my sweetheart..i survive all
and i know
i will make it
because i have YOU
my little angel
my baby