In nights when suns sleeps
And moon matters
When all sleep and we get up
In your memories,
My eyes play with the sleep
Mind hankers for you, any how
I get the answer, thus, relief
That there she, too, will, be
Sleeping with her pillow
Her voice will also be low
She too wants me as I
Nights spend searching the answers
I get them In her bright eyes
When at morning she says Vishal! get up.