Sunrise, Sunset…

Every night I shed tears
Every morning I smile
I hope I fly free
Before my nights get too long,
And there’s no smile or song.



He waited not for me

At the banks of the river,

He brought not for me

Garlands of scented flowers.

He spoke not to me

Of things great and small;

He brought with him

a great palanquin

Studded with gems;

He promised to make me

the Queen of his heart.

Will you please go tell him

I am no Queen?

that I have mud on my feet

and my clothes are torn ?

I have to go pick mangoes

with Kishan today ;

Will you go and tell him,

that I am no queen?