Possessive I am and jealous at times
miraculous she is and carefree all the time;
Knowing her again and again
passes my each and every day;
Still I feel, I have not known her
in her own particular way.
Her eyes give a cue…
and heart suggests me to find a way;
confused and much confused I am now
like a juggler saying ‘wow’
I keep looking at her,and still
could not judge,her anything;
she, not very often looks at me
still controls my everything.
Oh God ! how terrific is her charm
that makes me really warm;
And how insignificant are my thoughts
that keep doing my own harm.
She is always with me in any crowd
holding my hand,whenever I am down;
And what I do is, follow her all the way round
still could never pay heed,when she actually sounds.
Oh God ! I don’t want to be jealous
neither make me possessive;
I want to be like her,
always calm but progressive.