So what, in the existing lifetime
If our bodies & souls couldn't converge.
Mine potent yearnings & nature's hallowed blessings
In next age, will infallibly make them merge.

Mine heart holds a plea to the universe,
'May I be reborn as a driplet of dew.'
Can you have birth as a floweret for me?
For I wish to preserve my life on the anatomy of you.

As garniture on your vibrant silken pads
I long to be one which could make you endure ease.
Your snugness would signify intendment of my life
Upto finale of mine, from tick of your uncrease.

The one which'd trap sunbeams on you, turning you argent
Such an I, would bathe you with me.
Waking up your all cellules
I'd...