When the evening sun bids farewell to azure sky
The sky turns the colour of tangerine and with the dark it dies
The heavens mourn for the departed soul
Covered in pitch-blackness from head to toe
Even the stars come out to pay their homage
Every night moon looses a fragment of its essence
You and I caught it’s bluff hiding behind the veil of silence
Never telling us the tale how it glows in night
There are millions of stars that twinkle in sky
Nevertheless it is light of sun that makes the moonshine
When the sun dies in the eve of night
The ray of moonbeam is there to foretell
The tale of daystar to you and I
An Indian Princess 