To her, I’m none
And at far like the sun
I fade like the moon
Midst her thoughts’ cloud sewn
Her lovely smile lit my blood
Thinking which I’m hit by flood
I propose the night,
The wind and the valley
The world around; counts it a folly
Is it not a heart’s prayer?
Can’t nature be my soothsayer?
Her night-dark hair
Like a baby’s cursive
Whirling in air; is a tryst invasive
Caught my eyes, from when it’s not a pair
To express which, no word is in affair
Every sail has a destination
My words dock the throat with all hesitation
Her crescent smile, the pleasant nile
Will flow in me till the life’s mile
That very moment, I’ll live in forever
For the pleasure’s sake, I’ll see never
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