The morning sun kisses on my cheek
Presents me the day as a gift
I look out the window..the world..stunning
The trees seem more green to me as the flowers ravishing
The bustling people passing by..
Life is a race don't be shy! !
But I can't join them..I remain shy..
Life is about exploring oneself, the omens* going by..
My day starts talking with you..
Good morning dear, how do u do....
Seems that two petals..your lips..talking with me..
I am in the seventh heaven..bursting in glee..
I like your 'white lies' and pranky noise
Those eyes made me helpless..left with no other choice..
But today the phone is still silent, baby why are you so shy
I love the way you avoid me...'love the way you lie'...
*omen-> is a phenomenon that is believed to foretell the future..signs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem