The moon was at his top stage
Everywhere was milky light
Stars were twinkled with rhythm of heart
Everything was beautiful that night.

But at one side, ajar, alone and sorrowful
She was at the river bank side
In the white gown and with moisture eyes
Her concentrate was at the floating moon light.

Her azure eyes with many drops of water
Was winking gradually, but no one was there
Dribbling drops making her gown dank and dark
But her grievances were unknown and unclear.

Suddenly some fireworks flashed into the sky
She aimlessly watches that with dormant sight
She swept away her tears and smiles
With slow walk she came on the weir
And without spending any moment
She jumped in to the river.