Walking in the moon's limelight
Holding hands with him
On the road of black carpet
Green Ashoka,the sorrow-less trees of fences
Decorated with orange-yellow flowers
Turning red with her blush
Welcomed by the green grass of audiences
To the throne of rosewood bench
On his shoulders holding her close
Seated together to inaugurate
A beautiful portrait on the canvas of blue lake
Dancing colourful fishes jumping up and down
Shinning glitters of sizzling rain
Enjoying the bliss of their first kiss
With the singing sweet voice of the nightingale
Lost in their world of romantic love !