Sestet

The sheen of moon envies your smile

When it sees your sparkles all the while

How your cheeks go crimson and red

When my thoughts are played in your head

I’m afraid the waking might disturb the air

So I sleep at your side and stroke your hair!

The so-called poets are jealous of your eyes

For they’re so mysterious and call for the wise-

I submit and entitle you a walking poem

For you’re as profound as a thunderstorm!

I’m not a romantic but your gaze’s an allure

Your charismatic presence is the reason, I’m sure-

You sleep so silent but awake in my dreams

O the voyage to my soul is made serene-

The whites of clouds hold us in their hands

We’ve left the world for nowhere it stands!

The velvet on your lips glistens as you smile

Let me treasure your face as an idealistic delight!

I’m all aware of the fetters of your stare

My heart’s at ease when buried in your hair

The tangles of your sight are vicious and unkind

I’m enthralled and going_ all in all blind!

Wait for a minute, don’t wake up, my hon

Evening’s at door and scorching is the sun!