Molten moon

Illuminates the night

And bedecked valley in silver

Strikes my eyes and foot benumbs

Interpreting into a thought

Are not those aesthetic seekers?

To whom the view fascinates.

Tonight on the knoll

Where I took a silver bath

With tender and delicate nature

How I devour the peace

That I have not enjoyed before.

In the forlorn hope,

How do I proceed my journey

Saying goodbye for a thing I love

Speechless she went to sleep

Along with the breaking dawn

Awaken city disdains whom,

For it’s solitary hours

My I ask for your return?