Billet Doux Poem by Rahul Agarwal

You are my life and love, oh the girl,
You are the precious of all, my pearl;
You are Titir, the Partridge, nick name not I know,
I shall be your partner, a friend not a foe;
For your study you are not at home, in a hostel,
When you come what you eat I know in detail;
I saw you at Indus in a festival by God's bless,
The very day trembles my blood and flesh;
You may call it, for me, ‘the love at first sight,
So if you refuse I shall be a runaway kite.