The First Call From Love

The day is one-third of the month

And the month is seventh of the year

The sun sets in the west

And the day is over.

Kids are going back to their house

And the birds in their nest;

The fuchkawala is very busy

But now he is in rest.

A bit of fragrance flying in the air

Of a night and incense stick;

And the sound of conch cell

Passing through my ear.

Now my face is smiling,

And a sweet voice kissed my ear;

I received it bravely, hwwww

There is no fear.

Physically got prepared, without any reason

But my eyes got puzzled,

And the throats are dry

Like I am in prison.

Now my lips are happily spread

My face is full of smile,

The puzzled eyes got their answer

And the confusion stopped, running over my head