Time is fleeting as if an iron ball
Into the tunnel below rolling bottomless,
And infinite. The moments of my life
Yet to be done are the characters of a very
Short story that leave a footprint
Of dissatisfaction, remain insatiate.
My one life isn\'t enough to love you,
Likewise solely a flower fails
To knit a garland.
I spend long nights with the eyes open
Unexhausted looking the portrait
Of you on the display of a mobile phone;
You don\'t know how many nights
I woke up with a hungry heart seeking
The sugar-coated flesh and smell
Of your dark hair smeared with a rose
That is loaded with honey and liquor.
You\'re the sweet well into the slaty seas,
And you made me a blue lotus on you.
Before the life, during the life, and
After the life I promise you tonight
To glorify your name beside me like
The God Krishna and Radha:
We are the one ENTITY,
O my sweetheart!
Man can\'t think the moon without its luster.