Every time it types the command of rand,
On his computer wherein there is a list of all living hearts,
A name appears on the screen and within twinkling of an eye,
The unconscious heart is hunted in a night,
Not being conscious he dreams and dreams,
Most of the dreams he forgets in a day,
But often a dream sleeping in the depth of the basement,
Awakes and escalates on the upper floors,
Like an embryo that comes from the earth,
Unaware as to who sown the seed,
By passage of time it’s a green lovely plant,
And when a flower is blossomed in it,
It’s an amazing flower irregular in shape,
Having all the colors of human sentiments,
And all the aroma of a human soul,
And the hunted heart becomes an enigma,
He wants to give a name to this flower,
He fails and when someone asks the name of the flower,
He lies, and says it’s a flower of friendship,
What could he do he himself doesn’t know,
What a name he may give to the rare sentiments,
A reaction of an action by Adam and Eve,
Who were attacked by a blue moon on the skies!
And their relationship flourished on the earth,
The hunted enigma is hopeful on the earth,
The nameless sentiments will get a name,
Not here, there on the blue skies!