Sometimes, Someone meets me,

It gives me pleasure, satisfaction and sets me free,

Why is it so? I want to know,

It is a mystery, My heart tells me so,

I can’t sleep in night, she makes my day bright,

It makes me happy, when she is in my sight. I think it is my personal matter, and nobody knows it,

but everyone knows it, my friends tell me so.

Being with her makes my day full of joys, and I feel myself different from all other guys.

To make her happy, I can do anything, But what can I do, I know nothing,

I can die, I can dance , I can sing,

What shall I do?, she doesn’t understand my feeling.

Though she is not a fairy or so, but my liking for her tends to grow.

She seems to me like a beautiful dove, so it’s my thinking, it may be love, 

Not much definite, but it may be love and only love. 

{Year-2001, Special thanks to Manish Sharma(Manoo)}