When we are fast asleep...
In the world of dreams deep,
Do you descend on earth?
To see what kind of dreams we peep.
You don't seem to be an alien but
We often keep our brains shut.
With such a beautiful mind,
O Moon.Girl! That's a feeling from my gut.
We are mere idols of sand and dust
Without compassion but filled with greed n lust
The ripples run through our conscience
Rather than being happy we push our own thrust.
O Moon.Girl! Wish you bless us indeed
Wish when you descend you sprinkle the seed
That germinates into a crop beautiful...
Fruits borne thereof shall bring pursuits freed.