Doesn't
My incompleteness
Perturb you?
Doesn't
My unreachable finger
Ruffle your hair?
Doesn't
My invisible presence
Gherao you
In your boudoir?
Yes, Oh! My colleen,
Come near
And
Respond to the urge
Of my loquacious eyes
And
Embosom me,
To give the succour
To own you for life.
Yes, Oh! My sylph,
Wear
The cardinal vermilion,
The red bangles
And the sacred thread
For me,
Complete
My incompleteness
With the prescribed love
Of your bosom.
© sushil