JAANAM is her name, a beauty to behold.
I am just a lonely poet,
With this story to be told.
I am enchanted by her beauty,
And devastated by her style.
I long to kiss her precious lips,
That produces such a gorgeous smile.
To me she is a goddess, sent from God above.
Here to take me on a flight, on the wings of a dove.
I sit here and think of her,
Morning, noon and night.
Wishing with her right now,
Holding her nice and tight.
If I could have just one wish,
A wish that would come true.
The only wish I 'd wish for,
Is my wish of loving her.
But she does not understand
my plight, and my haplessness.
So as this story comes to an end,
It is written with love one can bet.
This is one lovely lady, whom I will never forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem