Longing For Bartering Looks!
Even monks will be lured to sink in delight
If they see thy smiles, the magic-carriers,
Which cause my eyes lose the sharp rays of sight
but your looks rattle my eyelids, the barriers.
If I fail to call your name once in a day,
Your ruby lips don't move to smile.
If I hinder your path, with an ‘im' you bray.
If I rub my hand with yours, with wrath you rail!
You wait with longing to see me face to face.
When I come beside, you speak with your mate
in glee, with blinking eyes and brightening grace.
I keep you in my heart, till you say, "I hate".
Often you get upset and leave me in pique;
yet for bartering looks, the matchless queen I seek.