Snowy evening,
In the evening of winter
At the lap of mountain monitor,
tramps horse ringing a bell,
My desire were singing a song about fairy tales,
Neither I shall move backward,
nor I shall move forward,
Snow was melting,
but my desires were burning,
At the same time,
Fear was evolving in my mind,
I was crying alone for some day,
I was trapped by his words.
Suddenly, he came with a fire to admire.
That’s his saving desire.

Can you guess about him?
Guess,
Guess,
Guess,
Yes, He’s my own face!