Will the footprints on the sands lead to the mirage in the desert?
Even he feels incomplete,
She stays incomplete too,
Yet they stand with face off,
What is the compulsion?
The nights are empty and sleep is far away
May his colours fill up her dreams,
For the least that she can ask,
She has been waiting for him,
May the colourful one come soon.
May the colourful one come soon.