Blossom Mist (24 February 1978 / India)

On a chilly winter as I combed, standing by the mirror
A thick fog now covered the silver
I saw flames rising from the river
As the haze cleared and the fog disappeared
Beads of sweat appear on my forehead
A snap of a twig and a shudder
Into the mirror I saw the devil enter
My spine froze and I tremble and shiver
With cocky eyes and crooked smile
Gingerly he held a file
I knew it was the file of my sins
The one I had done to my friends and kins
The devil read from the file
He had a tough time hiding his smile
He read everything, me as a kid, teen to a prom queen
Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, lust n wrath
By Joe I had a part to play in all
I went numb and cold, The devil started laughing his wits out
When he poked me with his fork, I instantly lost all my hope
The devil stopped laughing, looked me in the eye n said 'my darling'
I ain't here to harm you, I only came to warn you
Its high time you atone, for your d sins before you drown
As in the sea of fire, It gets hard to respire
He asked me a promise to keep to mend my ways clean
I promise the devil on one Knee
I will atone for d sins n remove the jinx
He retreated his fork, and gave me a stroke
The devil vanished in thin air as he came
Subdued the flames of the river, as he mended my mirror