The poetess says: I always feel in my mind that I rise up in the air and wander in the sky—to be a bird and travel leisurely. Then, at the crack of dawn, come down as a dewdrop to settle on the grasses gently and vanish again in the air like water vapour with the coming of sunlight.

Sometimes I want to turn into the dark colours of the horizon, or I wish to become a cloud and float in the sky. Occasionally, I also want to be like a gusty wind and play around with the moon.

Sometimes I want to descend on the earth, transform into a mist, and spread out playfully over the whole place. At times, I wish I could see the sun, which gives us so much warmth, very closely. I also want to penetrate through the darkness like a ray of the sun.

Every so often, I want to blend myself into the amazing colours of this world. And remember, this is not just an illusion; I want it to happen in reality.