Silently complaining in loneliness,
The eyes are cursing the rude.
Hopeless attempts for the excellence;
Have been kicked out from the crood.
Waiting all night for appearance
Of the moon who's been blessed with the truth;
This truth might make me look sugar,
But I know the bitterness of my shoe.
Silently craving for kisses,
Eyes are searching for the moon.
The night has appeared to show me…
How disgraceful witch I may look.