Saraswati
It is in your eyes that I find endearance
It is in the fall of your chiffon dupatta.
When you dipped it in the sky,
You stole it's myriad of stars.
In the slenderness of your fingers I find tranquility
You paint Durga, but everything about you
is Saraswati. You are the Saraswati that never was;
Yet you complete Triveni.
Such is your grace, it is in the fluttering of your eyelids.
I am a man of simplicity.
I swoon with every curling of your tresses
Jealous of the wind that teases you.
I appreciate you from afar, I think that suits me
Yet if I were closer to you, I'd breathe your breath
I'd eat out of your hands
like a bird, I am your bird and
It is in you to decide, what you want me to be.
It is in the fall of your chiffon dupatta.
When you dipped it in the sky,
You stole it's myriad of stars.
In the slenderness of your fingers I find tranquility
You paint Durga, but everything about you
is Saraswati. You are the Saraswati that never was;
Yet you complete Triveni.
Such is your grace, it is in the fluttering of your eyelids.
I am a man of simplicity.
I swoon with every curling of your tresses
Jealous of the wind that teases you.
I appreciate you from afar, I think that suits me
Yet if I were closer to you, I'd breathe your breath
I'd eat out of your hands
like a bird, I am your bird and
It is in you to decide, what you want me to be.
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