Everyday I apply sandal wood powder,
And see my image in lucid water.
I nourish my pains with care,
Hence it's my inspiration, a gift rare.

How is the blue bird of mine?
Without him I can't remain fine.
On the branches in deep of my mind,
Love shines and dances along with lovely wind.

Night's still waiting in the moon light,
Me, the flying girl is in form of waterfall tonight.
The sky is holding festival of dance and song,
The painful past peeps requesting not to do wrong.

He doesn't care this moonlight at all,
Why do I cry for him who isn't replying to my call?
Let me celebrate this full moon with anyone else,
Someone is calling me to be naughty with all cells.