With moon coming out of the clouds and wind started blowing
It was inkling of yet another romantic evening
Doing the usual thing, I again forget the date
And started walking into the dreams’ gate
So it happened I crossed a beautiful damsel
Out in the universe, the ever best creation by GOD
As out paths crossed, our eyes crossed
And once again I was not myself
But there is no stairway to heaven, with sunrays spreading
I have to work again for yet another romantic evening...
