I want to be that mirror
who desires
for your nearness.
I want to be that mirror
who wants
to sit silently
for witnessing
your aenoian beauty.
When
you will employ lipstick
on your lush lips,
he will touch your lips
without your knowledge.
When
you will comb your hair,
his invisible hand
will tousle your hair
and again you will array.
When
you will change your dress,
he will close his eyes
and
when you will touch him
to collect your bindi
from his bosom,
he will hold your hand
for a moment
and
then will release in love.
As you will leave,
he will coo,
'I love you',
though
you will not stop to respond.
Yes,
I want to be that mirror
who desires
for your nearness,
I want to be that mirror
who desires
for your nearness.