She is gorgeous more than rose,
She is sweet more than goose.
Awesome more than Lily,
Adorable and Adorable more than Valley.
The day starts with 'Good Morning' of her,
The day ends with 'Good Night' of her.
Everything starts and ends with her,
Even thoughts and feelings stops at her.
Interrepting me work everytime,
Thinking about wierd slime.
No relax at day,
No sleep at night.
Ah! Love is such troublesome sight.
Serenading woeful ballad everytime a day,
Heart is burning like potter's clay.
Feelings of mine is not understood by anyone,
'I'll become mad' quoth everyone,
What should I do,
I don't understand; become dove,
Oops! I also fell in Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem