Sometimes wounds my sentiments,
She sometimes soothes my compassion.
Her small eyes are my life,
But then she slants them in shyness.
She lives in my heart,
But I found her sitting so distant!
She walks through my dreams,
Just to disappear in the early dawn.
Then I feel her in early morning,
I always have some imputation of her aura!
There is a connection;
a shackle between our spirits,
This never allows her to be parted!
But still she is a dichotomy,
Hurting my sentiments and then-