The flowers bloomed, the moon arose. That moonlit night has lifted the curtain from my
memory and illuminated that. That Dearest remains dreamy in my inside and outside. It has
enveloped my existence by the grand beauty and unique attributes. I do not want such night
to end in a morning. I wish to remain engrossed in the cycle like the cakor bird in the
mind. This feeling went on floating in the mind that the stealer of mind, by taking my
mind has done well to me.