Searching along the crowded town,
The guy who can be her very own.
What she's looking for, is never known;
Wishes so deep that are always hidden.
Just like any other, he is for the crowd;
But for her, he means the world.
His looks, degrees, and money never bothers
It's only his love and care that she treasures.
One who accepts her the way she look,
Capturing her in every blink.
The guy who looks at her with pride,
Always with her to help and guide.
Proudly praising all her ways
He tries to bring out what she is.
Not any movies/parties relieves his tense,
It's just being with her gets him all ease.
One such man so does exist;
It's in her to find him and keep until she last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem