For a long time Love doesn't fly!
Only sleeps and sleeps forgetting vast sky,
Likes to remain close to earth, not on high.

Are you tired, dear?
It looks at me with disgust sheer,
The brave eagle seems timid queer.

Nowadays it passes time in dreaming
An oasis taking bath in raining,
A gypsy boy winking his eyes smiling.

On eyelashes clouds play in mirth,
Monsoon breeze dangles dry earth,
Night helps daisies taking lovely birth.

Nonetheless my words remain quiet,
Hearing melody of rain without being wet,
Night adorns her black hair with tuberose's white set.