Thy only three days of disappearance
Glamoured the wet fruitful dawn
Instead I should look into my dreams now
But unfortunate, you are there in every dream
But thy scarf is missing
So is glance of continuous tradition
Where are you? Since I am drowning into the habit
Of your only concern
Oh! The dance of red roses imbalances
Since thy eyes are out of reach
Why to castigate their innocent harmony!
Might be the gossip that never happened
So are the eyes gossiping something!
Where you have been since three days?
I stumble to conquer my dreamless ways!
So where you have been since three days?
There are scarfs but not those rays!