In moments of grief,
when my heart feel pangs
with throbbing fear
burning like wild fire
I think
where I am born without fate
on the bosom of the earth
constantly drowning in a sea of wrath
It is only your everlasting glance
on my passionate ground
that reminds me of our surreptitious first stolen kiss
I feel my soul trembling
with the tender touch of the veiled beloved
the fleeting effect wins my heart
I often think in profundity
I am alone
but eternal with your everlasting Glance
everlasting glance...........
