In our garden many shining kites
in the branches of trees, waltzing with
romantic waves of breeze

When sunrays jolt on their bodies
they turn into orbs of moon
one such moon from a distant branch showers
all its silver rays on me only-
My heart melts in those enchanting rays-

Alas! In that vast green enchanting garden
is flying in melancholy mood
a butterfly, a lonely creature-

-Seshendra Sharma