This time of the day,
In my room,
I can see the last rays of sun peircing my ventilator glass,
If I could be sway of wind,
I will surpass every alley you walked through today,
The pink border of your white duppata,
Your white embroidered suit,
With same coloured salwar,
The melody of your silver bangles which challenges flutes,
Your brown flats,
Are they your favourite?
And your magenta lip color too,
I'm just trying to make friends with sparrow on your window pane,
She watches you emplant your black bindi right in the center of your eyebrows,
And also witnesses your morning yawn's and 'angdaiyaan'
From the best spot.
Your smile changes me into Dhanush from Ranjhaanaa,
If you ever turn back afterdropping that atomic smile on my soft heart,
You will see the electricity running through my veins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem