Way of the beautiful sky,
Covered by my beloved as a fly.
Fly which touches the heights,
Indulges me in such acrid fights.
Fights of love often chingles,
My steps towards you always mingles.
Mingling my steps turns me in limbo,
I confused in your biased bingo.
Bingo gave me a fabulous kick,
I found you through a homespun trick.
Trick was, I saw you in sky like a dove,
I guessed you in air as my hidden love.

© msr_prose/kalamsnehi