You see a body in me,
And I see a soul in you,
You're a culinary soul,
And I'm a culinary figure,
Even if you're innocent like children,
Your hunger is like a man's,
Even I'm simply too full of puberty,
But I am looking for God,
The day your heart,
Take a look at soul in my body,
And I want to find the body of your soul,
That day we will fix,
The day of meeting,
And then will live life,
Even a few moments....
Written by Neelam Madiratta
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