When I write

When I write love lyrics,

No readers at the front 

neither to read out nor hear

neither to rejoice nor fear 

And it was odd, even for a recollection

 it was nude, even unable for a reproduction

Borrowing from rays of hope,

Life is as naked as human body

And a season for pleasure

 a reason for grief; bliss

As if a garden of lust

From the peak of nothingness

Had come to my mind

WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI