Sitting under the shade of moon,
Looking at a shooting star,
I longed for a magic broom,
To travel with someone’s heart…
They say that star is her new home,
Ever since she left me alone,
Where she freely roams,
I want to see her; get me a drone….
They say that she has gone too far,
But her shadow still walks in my backyard,
Her memories still lives in my heart,
Let others say what they want to,
I’m ready with my guard…..
Doesn’t matters how far or close one lives,
One must not give up the belief,
Even if you can’t meet on this haven,
Memories should never jump off the cliff!