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.