You are a fairy in the distant sky.

Wearing wings as colourful as a coloured scarf,
You came today gratifying my mind.

Who is in what sort of pain?
What is the hidden agony?
Why are people lamenting and crying?
Where is the soothing balm?
Where is the cure?
Within Your loving core, You know it all.

You cry with sorrow,
smile at honour,
and do not move along properly recognised paths.

I want You in floral gardens,
but find You in the agony of minds.
I want You in worships and rituals,
but attain You only when everything is lost.