The clouds of skyland
Were lightening up,
With each day in passing.
As if clearing way for mighty Sun.
And the sun
Persisted ruder and ruder.
Bijli.
Today is a beautiful day.
The red silk tree is standing ground
Annual it loses everything to winter.
It is welcoming spring
With Crimson plums.
As blooming with beauty, might the landscape be,
it misses you.
I miss you.
There is a line I have to cross.
A place at life’s disposal,
Where I am awaited.
And I’ll be there.
But today is the day,
I long to spend with you.