The thought of you brings the glamour,
I needn’t any eyes to see it.
Oh! the thought of you, and
your words are so enchanting,
need not hear ears at is.
Its your heart, its it, so it is.
I’ve seen nature changing nature,
you stand so tall,
mountains have transformed to stones, but
your thoughts to be thought.
Need the prayers mine dear god,
Need the relations mine dear nears,
Need the love mine dear wine,
Need the nothing for your dwine.
You and me and me and you, are
Me and you and you and me,
Eyes and ears use they
Had they falsity of friendship.
Ballarykar's poems
