Penned By B D Narayankar
Lest I become a poet, in your love, my love
In the mirror of my heart, I saw you again and again
Into your eyes I saw, saw love brimming for me
Your searing glance I saw, saw piercing through my heart ...
Lest I become a poet, in your love, my love
Gorgeous is your complexion
Lithe is your body
There's magic in your voice
There's clink in your words
Every grace of yours is love
You are the Crescent of this turf (earth) ...
Lest I become a poet, in your love, my love
Seducing my heart is
your soft, plain appearance
These shy, drooping eyes
deepens love in me
I will lay my life for you
That is my sole resolve ...
Lest I become a poet, in your love, my love
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