by: Mohammad Sabeel
School: Green Valley Educational Institute
Though my eyes may never struck with the glory of your beauty,
With the golden threads of your iris, I will bind my world into your eyes.
Though my mind may never sustainable memory of pleasure,
With the golden streak of your smile, I will heal my memories of pathos.
Though I slip in the lap of night of death.
With the golden breaths of your aroma, I will feel my presence in the aura of life.
Though you are an enlightened dusk, I am a dawn but new.
Though my identity is partial to define, I am a shadow and my host is you.
All because I am a part of you.