A Tryst
A Tryst
Where the road,
The Hill and the sky meet,
Keeping promise
You always come
For a tryst.
Where the road,
The Hill and the sky meet,
Oh! My paragon,
You come
And
Genuflect to me
As Savitri,
I genuflect
To your love
And unselfishness,
Trying to emulate Satyavan.
Yes,
Oh! My unsurpassable lady,
Our relation is perennial,
Our love is perpetual.
In your scarlet vermilion,
I see my glory.
In your sacred thread,
I see my strength,
In your bangles,
I listen the lilt
Of my happiness.
Yes,
Oh! My unrivalled lady,
Be my sanguine partner
For every birth,
Be my Savitri
For every birth,
I want to be your Satyavan,
I want to be your Satyavan.