Mirror

I want to be that mirror

Who desires

For your nearness.

I want to be that mirror

Who wants

To sit silently

For witnessing

Your aenoian beauty.

When

You will employ lipstick

On your lush lips,

He will touch your lips

Without your knowledge.

When

You will comb your hair,

His invisible hand

Will tousle your hair

And again you will array.

When

You will change your dress,

He will close his eyes

And

When you will touch him

To collect your bindi

From his bosom,

He will hold your hand

For a moment

And

Then I will release it in love.

As you will leave,

He will coo,

'i love you',

Though

You will not stop to respond.

Yes,

I want to be that mirror

Who desires

For your nearness,

I want to be that mirror

Who desires

For your nearness.