Threshold thrived and open,
To hooking Ways of thousand
Wonders awaited,
Is it she again came, The Owner!
Oh ! Digging up the drowned ant,
Never, never she let it go,
A little moon like star,
Oh now again blinded her eye.
Like a child isn't she cry,
Month after months ,
With hanging around years,
On and on... Why she can't let it go.
Lights nowhere in her life,
Happiness and tastes of...