In the nest of Sandalwood tree, a bird was born, named Chandana;
Scented smell of Sandal make heaven the bank of river, Angana,
The chirping of birds and flow of river made nature mad to dance
Village children came every day and called Chandana…Chandana…
Played and quarrelled, but made them calm, the song of Chandana,
Chandana, she sometimes roaming in the field of Village, Rangana.

She loved to roam alone in the village like a humming bee;
She loved to see the blooming of flowers sitting on the tree;
Once in a moonlit night she listened a melancholy strain,
Roaming about here and there she found a blind lass singing in rain,
Alone she crying silently listening the voice, maybe in loss or in vain,
Feeling sorrow with the lass, couldn’t sleep whole night with pain.

One day she flew over high to catch the clouds of the sky,
But failed and came back to nest with sad and shy,
She dreamt to make her nest fascinating with clouds,
And to declare herself a fairy queen with voice of clouds;
This is no one else, I am Chandana in a fairy phenomenon,
Dreamt in-depth and live in fantasy forever.

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