With twitterings of birds, Dawn came down;
Heavy mist is falling and rays of sun over forest lawn.
Golden rays of sun got dispersed in mist's droplets
And there form small rainbows which animates.

Crunches of dry and wet leaves lying on forest floor,
From somewhere in air breaking out rippling of water's lure.
I ran fast following the tunes through the woods;
Saw last glimpse of a lady who faded in greenwoods.

Near the pond I walked found a small tinkling bell,
While wondering about the bunch from this it fell;
Then auspeciously heard clinking of ghungoor echoed in air
And I followed the known of unknown out of dessire.

Chasing...