Whenever I close my eyes to think..
A face turns up with each blink,
This happens to me every times..
Letting me believe …that…
Face is for me and only mine.
When I try to recollect the features..
It reflects only one person whom I praise..
This can be only an infatuation..
But I am sure it is an indication..
For something which I wana say..
But I feel it may be understood one day….
