Saturday, November 7, 2009

Narayani

I love You in her.
In her I miss You.

When I touch her hair,
It is Your hair I touch.

When I hold her hand,
It is Your hand I hold.

When I kiss her,
It is You I kiss.

Traveling abroad,
Longing for her tenderness,

Yearning for her eyes,
It is for You I long,

It is for You I yearn,
It is for You I hanker.

Please grant me her love!
Your love....Narayani!
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