When steps in your eye,
to trace fresh phenomenon,
first meets blinking,
my heart starts sinking,
then meets twinkling,
my soul starts sparkling,
then meets your collyrium,
without any smudge,
redefines your ravish.
Your gaze is ample,
to make me insane,
your look is adequate,
to make me inadequate,
your eyes makes me lunatic,
as you made my life exotic.
I want to rear myself,
under the shade of your eye,
by which my life will justify.
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