A golden sitar that everyone covets to touch!
May I touch it with the feather tip of my fingers?
Let me sit beside you as an evening that
Sprinkle flamboyance on your cheeks.
You did not tell me anything that day
When I berated you about something..
What made you to keep silent, then
Not uttering even a word to me?
You kept quiet when I went away,
And when I sat at a distance,
Your eyes were moist.....Why?
And you didn't tell me anything, and left..
Won't you come in the twilight of the evening
And sit beside me, and I will faint out
And lie down in your lap,
Inebriated with the bliss your love.
You will kiss away the beads of sweat on
My face with your yearning lips,
And when the moon slides away into the clouds
Fall over my chest in frenzy with the
Beatitude of being together again.