The clear sky, you and me.
The two outrageous  rebels who were born to be free-
The lilac beauty in her eyes,
Makes me feel like I could die;
For as long as I would live, I would stare at them,
While she sings me a glorious hymn:
And when she's gone, I would flip through her pictures,
Rewind and listen to all her lectures-
And if she leaves me in the middle of the hallway,
I would hold on to myself and cry again," Oh my lady, won't you not stay?"
And if she replies,"I gotta go, it's midnight already,"
I don't know whether I have to wait for her precious glass slipper, standing on the stairway, still and steady-
She won't last long, the truth runs long,
But is it too much to ask?
If I say that, she is the one who built me and made me feel strong.

                            - Anurima Mukherjee.