By: Tanmoy Dutta Gupta

Your tranquillity remains untouched
A heaven, where time stands still
A scent of flowers whispers low
A gentle breeze that rustles the heart’s deep will

In the moon’s silver glow, shadows softly fall
A midnight hour, when darkness hears it all
The moon, chameleon, wears many a face
A constant change, in a waltzing, cosmic pace

Come, shed your disguise, and let your spirit shine
In the warm, golden light of a sun-kissed vine
Let our hearts converse, in a rhythm pure and true
In a dance of seven colors, love shines through