Shadow-water extending up to the horizon
A boat made of light floating;
Who is plying an ore? facing towards the west ?
Slowly the Sun rising up,
From the sea of tranquillity
As if playing colourful game
The angels and deities.
There was a big tree in our locality,
Supported ecosystem of the society.
People soothed their eyes looking at the tree,
Chirping birds on the tree full with glee.
Glowing fullmoon high in the sky
The world looking her with a sigh
She couldn't stay for any time
Always have to act on as mime
The girl next door,
Tried to commit suicide.
May be failure in love,
Or some other reasons.