The One, whose sweetness I wanted to explain, does not come. He remained far in the
dreamland, probably He did not recognise me. He remains unseen in the forest of tuft of
hairs, and oscillates on the swing with sandal breeze in the bushes of niip, with rhythm
song, feelings and dance with the ankle bell sound, but why does not He look towards me?
He is my Dear, the Unseen, Spotless, Revered and remover of sorrows, adorable and charmer
of all minds, even after being held, He does not come into folds.