O' beautiful lady...
Think before imagining,
you are alone in lonley room;
You dress before reflecting glass;
I am your mirror you look in for you,
when you look yourself in me,
Your image touches my silver coated soul;
I touch feel of your beauty,
adorn it before reflecting back;
O' beautiful lady...
When you embellish again and again,
My soul sparkles in bliss,
As you sense happiness,
When blooming beauty in my front;
moving right and left shaping self;
your face sparkles bright,
cheek shine in smiling face,
Your perfect beauty a glaring star in sky,
Your lips are like petal of rose,
Your sound is like cuckoo song,
Your skin so slippery any one will fall,
O' beautiful lady...
I am not merely mirror,
made of Lifeless glass, nor heartless too,
I am your mutual friend
romanticizes you when sharing secrets,
share with none except me;
I sense your trust on me when you speak
O' beautiful lady...
Think before imagining
you are alone in lonley room;
© Sadashivan Nair. All rights reserved
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A mirror's reflections, - - very nicely done, O' beautiful lady... I am not merely mirror, made of Lifeless glass, nor heartless too, I am your mutual friend romanticizes you when sharing secrets, share with none except me;