The Last Hut

At the last hut of the village Lives the girl of tender age Her eyes though love filled Meet only the long paddy field! Forlorn on a lonely summer noon She hugs her image on the stream Wishes on her way would come soon The boy she had found in her dream! The last hut is ever too far But for the winds blown away None knows if ever a traveler Would stray to her door one day! She hugs her image on the stream Washes her cute rice bran face If ever comes the boy of her dream Finds out her last hut address! Her heart weaves a wish upon a star On moonlit nights in silvers’ gleam Next morn if the boy comes to her She would ever cage him in her dream!