Shlok Kumar

\" My near lady , thine long hair \"

Oh ! My thick long hair lady,

Thine hair smell\'s like rose

but when i started to write it\'s interrupt mine ,

I\'m helpless, emotionless, because of better smell,

Oh ! Long hair 

if thou attract mine towards thy ,

how i\'ll console my heart, emotion,

just vanish mine attachment 

with thine love lotion.

Oh ! My hand want\'s to write

but thy hair disturb mine hand like polite.

Oh ! Living hair don\'t make mine fall in love thy,

I\'m attached towards thine but pack of shy.

Thine lady boss chide on thou,

to not cut the joke with shy boy

But thou\'re mad with towards on mine ,

Oh ! thick long hair

just stick with mine like cocktail of wine,

O ! O ! My queen\'s of life 

Just see once , I\'m whispered alone

Thou\'re mine broken heart soul

Just see once again my queen of life,

How I survived without thine ?

Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! My lady

Listen to mine ,

just see me and forgot everything,

Aww! Aww ! My long thick hair lady ,

Just attach and died with mine ,

Nothing have special in this selfish world,

Cut the heart with knife neck\'s round.

Oh! Oh! thine immortal hair just hug mine 

and feel the lucidity of thine attachment,

I\'m dead and be state of unconscious mind,

Oh ! sorrowful wind just blow and mixup mine into beloved thick hair.