I could wear my diamonds
But I loaned them to sky
To twinkle away at night.
My string of pearls is missing
Hidden safe in the shells
Of many oysters in sea.
The flowers that should have bloomed
In my vacant vases
Are adorning branches of plants.
The colors of my dress
Are painting the sky
With the brushes of the rainbow.
I loaned my singing to the cuckoo
To soar and sing, far and wide
Touching edges of the universe.
I loaned my thirst
To the first monsoon showers
And leaves drenched in the rain.
The joys I get back
From songs and stars, rainbows and rain
Are entirely mine.