In the time of spring,
she was wandering around
outside the place of mine.
I was seeking for her sight;
her one sight is enough to make me so high
as the sky.
Her eyes were like stars,
twinkling high in the sky of midnight.
Her eyes on me make me faint
so hard, like a Fittonia flower.
Her voice is pleasant as
the sound of the Nightingale,
enough to enchant the ear of this daydreamer.
Her hair is like wet leaves,
always shining and
reflects the future of us;
When we meet.
Her giggle carries the potential
to make the surroundings bloom.
In the middle of this pollution,
her presence works as the oxygen of this daydreamer.
She doesn't talk much,
though she does a lot in my dream.
She doesn't know how to play,
though she plays with my heart well.
She doesn't believe in angels,
though she's the one.
She doesn't think that she's beautiful,
though she never saw my eyes.
She doesn't believe in magic,
though she possesses it generously.
She doesn't know how to cast spells,
though I'm already in her control.
It was more like she has a magical wand,
and I'm wandering for her.
She is the moon,
glowing in this darkness.
I want to be that one star,
of this starless night.
~Namit Agarwal
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