When she is sitting next to me
I keep on changing the decisions and plans.
I don’t know what’s happening in my serried soul!
My nights flow in the lonely stream of romantic dreams
Days passed like a dogmatic wind of coolness
Thoughts reflects in her innocent smile
Don’t ask me who is she?
Where she is coming from?
Or how did I meet her?
All I have to tell you about her is,
She owns a sacred glory of beauty in my cogent.