The moon is shining bright
But can it match the sight?
Of my reflection?
Oh.. Urvashi's resurrection!!!!
Jittering nerves n broken pride..
Glittering adornment doth hide
Tears of pearls r n vanity abide
The soiled .. anybody's bride
Oh what wouldn't i give
To b back to poet's hut...
In his arms my eyes shut
And not in this ostenious rut
But I am lady of the night
How can I light
Someone's hearth...
I am blighted... since birth!
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