As the border to cross over to another land
But let me tell you I was a green grasshopper who
Used to Love more the evening-star
With the piece of tinsel on her forehead
Than the pointed vermilion above the nose
Of the east-sky at early dawn
And I never gave any response to any beckon
Of the red roses bloomed on the side ways of the roads
Or lured away to the lust of flashed flesh
As I had great intimacy with the moth
Dwelled upon the petals of my heart
I did not want anything in my life
Except two bright balls under her eye brows
At which I could stare
But with a sigh I tell you
Blaming me as a colour blind
She left the flowers
Freshly bloomed in my heart
Since she got her wings and took her first flight
After turning into a butterfly
As a mono coloured hanging bridge
To cross over to a wonder land
But let me tell you I was a gardener who
Used to grow different types of colourful flowers where
I once met with a caterpillar with whom I got deep intimacy whose
Blue eyes, white checks and red lips I liked the most
Than the evening star and morning sun
And never lured away by flashed flesh of the green grass grown
By the side ways of the roads
I did not want any thing in my life
Except two bright eyes at which I could stare
And blown away but with a sigh I tell you
She left my flowers freshly bloomed in my heart
Blaming me a colour blind
When she got her wings
And turned into a butterfly.