Chitralekha
Having painted on both eyes
suddenly vanished
Chitralekha the enchantress
She planted
in heart
the garden of Babylon
It is swaying
in heart
heavenly flowers are blooming
Everyday we hear
melodious calls of painted birds
You are the gardener
of the hanging garden
I know you won’t come back again
Yet amidst the clouds
will be shining
the radiant smile of the sun