Whenever I think of
Heavenly dissolution,
There's
Always talk of
Thy's beauty and evolution.
The Sun ‘only' rises
At her instance,
The nights
Always comes
Whenever she wants.
She has been always
Glanced by me,
But don't find the words
To praise my ‘Thee'.
Now
I'm in very much ambiguity,
With the mind
In total infinity.
How would my vision
Convert into hearing Sound,
And
How would my Sound
Convert into Vision around.
As
Neither the mouth
Can see,
Nor the Vision
Can speak.
Then
How should
I convey my inner Greet?
If ‘She' wouldn't
Allow drinking
Through eyes,
I'm here to drink
The tears
The whole life.
I will treat ‘this life'
A real life…
When
It will be spent with ‘She'
Without strife.
Whether as a friend
Or
A Wife
The whole life.
