Devotee
Oh, darling let me confess
My ailment is lovesickness
Nothing can heal me except
Your lovely charm and shyness
*
Your life-giving two black eyes
That chasing me as spies
are my missing keys of life
by which I fly to skies
*
Let them be cordial with me
Let me sink in them freely
No need to kill me, darling
I’m “yours ever” devotee.
Copyright © Saif Khan | Year Posted 2009
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