The poem for fragile souls I write,
With broken sunlight filtering in;
Of hopeful and fleeting romance bright.
Near tearful eyes I gaze into,
Of beautiful women paralysed;
By lost love or unhappy lives: ingenue.
Lips awaiting the kisses, that they somehow missed.
I want to be by their sides, breathe in their rooms,
Unlock their dreams shelved by careless men.
And teach all the gentlemen to be with their turbulent moods;
Open the emotional vaults every now and then.
And the feminine mystery of eternal goddess,
Possesses me relentlessly and mystically;
Durga guides me into pleasant contemplation.