The first time to compete with the net
your eyes are really ambiguous
seduction and doubt become one
looks at your innocent face.
A solemn and graceful gaze
make me awkward
but not shaken at all
or switch views.
I am the pilgrim of love
visiting every inch of your frozen romance
landing a warm hug and a passionate kiss
so that your durjau is no longer stiff.
I miss you like rain
flooded every curve of the dry Atma.
If you accidentally find me in a puddle,
then believe that it is a sea of dreams
the place where our love ends
