To look beautiful is her duty,
owing to my inner beauty.
As soon as my charm reflects,
her gorgeousness affects.
She is stunning till my applause,
as soon I resist, she make a pause.
Her exquisite view is invincible,
owing to me and this is my triumph.
Once I was in a little plight,
when observed her sorrow sight.
She is everything to me,
and I am definition of her.
I want to be captor of her eyes,
as they are so deep and pious.
Sometimes I wonder to wander,
in her eyes to summon purity.
Slight in a week I used to cajole her,
because she loves the way I coax her.
Always I used to evade when I am unhappy,
because she became distressed,
and to establish an smile on her lips,
I will prance upon every obstacle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem