मैं ओस के मोतियों की तरह तुम्हें ढूंढा करूंगी,
I have to write to you.
Why should I stop at it?
Let me say it, ” I love it when we share things.”
When I would start the journey,
which anyways I have,
there would be lesser ways to stop or step back.
I would be constantly on move,
doing the this or that.
Rather I am now already.
What makes me completely in awe is that this is how,
that is ought.
I do not know,
I love thinking things that others don’t.
Usually, it can be anything,
Whatever you call.
Love knows not me
I too can’t recall what was it,
how all & still be it.
Oh My God!