The one in crowd
Crossing eachother's paths generate earnest desire,
that musical rhymes of my heart string thy heart wire.
The gazes thine eyes embrace with mine,
Lets my solo world shine!
Oh the pink fleshed , white spotless dove!
Unmesh my enmeshed mind about just fascination or love.
I yearn to strangle thee for thy blames,
Of stealing my dreams and setting heart on flames.
The more efforts to let thy song in my soul hush,
the more of few stares, talks and thy fearsome face rush.
I wanna confess my anguish for know not where sprouting dreams for thee,
Whilst shy even to gaze thine face in every crisscross paths of we !