I know not how are You, My Empress ! in this Midnight,
No More this Moon Seems to Me Lovely and bright.
The Magic of Magnificent Moon is about to Vanish,
I Sit beneath the Dome of this Black Night,with Waning Wish.
Melancholy Pervades the Sky, where ever I See,
My Bleeding Head,with Stabbed Dreams,Bow to Thee.
I Beg for Your Perpetuating Pain , Give it to me,
It is My Destiny to be Ached, not it is of Thee.
-- Aravind Pandey