Standing
at the Edge of a river
Standing at the edge
of the river
Who do you wait for
Your intoxicating eyes
are
Waiting for which
special person
Why are you not
opening your lotus lips
Because of fear that
your pearl like teeth
Will come out from the
prison of your mouth
Why deprive your
parted hairs
From the beauty of
Vermilion
In the vague language
of your eyelids
With whom you talk for
hours and hours
While you stand
quietly on the edge
Many young men wait
for you
On your youthful flower
Many fly are eager to hover
On your youthful flower
Many fly are eager to hover
But which of them you
desire
While Standing quietly
on the edge
Vinod Passy
“Hanskamal”
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