Like the cute little girl looking at the moon
In the same adoring way I am looking at you!
Moon is so high and she is so low
And moon is just walking with a careless smooth flow
With the every inch of distance that the moon covers
She gets her beats faster as if she's losing her lover
And when she observes so much distance in between
She leaves with broken heart finding it the only workable scheme
She cries hard because she's lost her moon in rain
Then there comes a hope that the Moon will come again
I live my life in same way as she is having her shine
With the hope of a rise again when my moon will be mine..