Pretty pretty Nirmal
She wore her clothes of dark red
And lilies she wore on her head
Ready she kept the soup and bread
As she waited for him near the bed.
Her eyes like a doe's limpid and brown
Flitted to the door, then up and down
Shyly she looked away, thinking of him
Till the moon shone bright and the stars dimmed.
She sat by the steps and looked down the way
She'd been waiting for him the whole day
Where was he and why was he late?
She looked expectantly at the garden gate.
The sky was black and the moths flew
The scented breeze gently blew
The crickets played their violins anew
She laid her head back where the creepers grew.
She got weary and her lids fell
When he would return no one could tell
Her head she put on her arms and slept
She didn't know when in he stepped.
He looked down at her pretty face,
Her hair with the flowers in a lace
He prayed that with God's grace
Joy with happiness would keep pace.
Cricket
Kumkum Bhagya
Tum Se Tum Tak
Sampoorna
Jhanak
