Righteousness

Before you shoo me, 

Before you 

Assassinate my feelings, 

Give me a single chance 

To prove my righteousness.

Like the sky 

That bears the ostentation

Of moon, 

In spite of her small blemishes, 

I want to hold

Your blemishes, 

I want to convert 

Those into spots of love, 

I want to render your ostentation. 

Yes, oh! The broken lady, 

Don't mingle your 

Dreams to dust, 

I am ready to own you, 

I am ready to love you.