What makes you different from others?
Why are you beautiful from the rest?
Tell me when you are old,
Tell me when you feel cold,
When everyone leaves your way,
A shoulder is there to hold.
Watching you many times in dreams,
my eyes and my lashes are tired.
Prayers on lips in a useless hope
Looking for life which I aspired.
Even if I watch you million times,
the spectacle of you is never enough.
Even if I think about you all times,
forgetting the visage is quite tough
If this is a dream, why my eyes are open?
If this a thought, why I feel your presence?
If you are a painting, why there is demeanor?
If you are fairy, then why there is silence?