This comely yellow night,
There a mighty moon bright,
Dazzling with its magnificence,
And lighting up this fire.
My heart seeks that impossible dream,
That i couldn't find in broad daylight,
Or may be i search for my lost sheen,
In the dazzle of this moonlight.
Is there no one who remembers me,
Even if by some stroke of chance.
why am i not in a state of bliss?
Why this life seeks cadence?
And why this moonlight now quite?
After lighting up this fire.
The mixed signals of weather,
Have put my sleep in quagmire.
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