Four days were dark without my moon
four nights were bare without your dream
A moment would be like the hundred years
this ain’t a big sore now as it appears
Butterflies of your smile I didn’t find
o my love, please you come back soon
The shadows of sorrow are chasing my feet
but I am ready to defeat the defeat
You’re the face of love, you’re my life
take my hands and give me little room
words: vinay prajapati
penned: 2003
revised: 2008
