Our anxiety
It was desire
For words to hear
From her mouth
With full faith
It mattered more
As I adored
But knew nothing from that side
I remained undecided
So whenever I saw
The attention was drawn
And demanded immediate reaction
I was ready for relation
But it needed restraint
Little patient
And above all some understanding
That had to go unending
I gave broad smile
To listen some words meanwhile
Even though it did not reach
I could feel each
Her eyes were of immense pull
I was always drawn in full
She may take me in her arms
To keep me all the time warm
Such was our anxiety
And we were ready
To become one
And make it known
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ready to become one, good one sir, namaskar/