I love the distant star,
yet, I am unable to find it close.
I do not know why.

In my mind,
the hope to attain Your love was awake,
yet, nothing came.
Why? I do not know.

I decorated my house
and created songs for You.
I threaded a garland with my mental flowers.

Probably You would come only
when forgetting Your path,
perhaps also, You would not forget.

Perhaps, there was some lapse
remaining on my part,
there might have been some ego in my love.

And yet, You did not bestow on me
even a wee bit of Your love,
to rectify that mistake of mine.