The poet
My eternal poet!
How I wish I could write your name in my book
I marvel that my secret wish was known to you
And you wrote all the verses for me.
All day long I hummed those songs
Oh my master player,
Behold, you have turned me into your Veena
Full of your own melodies
You grinned when I took up my brush
To paint you with my colors.
And oh eternal playboy,
you have drenched me
With all your hues
The grand night approaching,
I was busyPreparing my offerings,
My heart beating fast
My aching heart’s desire was not hidden from you
Oh my eternal lover!
Gently you put all my fears to rest
Embracing me with your all pervading love.
