whenever i see the moon
i see your face
may i meet you soon
as i don't wanna live in maze
like these stars you are so far
can't reach you even if i use a car
these days i can't even afford a cycle
hearing this you may point on me a rifle
if you leave all these materialistic things
i am the best among all human beings
my pocket doesn't have a silver or a gold
but my heart is made up of pure 24 carat of gold
will love u more than your father or mother
will protect you more than your sister or brother
one day my pocket will not have a gold
but will have something valued more than a gold
i love the way you smile
i love the way you twinkle your eye
those red lips more than a petal of rose
loves that your small cute little nose
that skin of yours smother than slik
seeing them for more than a moment anyone can blink
don't know what do i say about that hair
that kills anyone, BABU that's not fair
those streaks of red in that dark cloud
which say some thing very loud
as if waiting to write someone's name
BILLI, please let it be my name......
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