Your maroon salwar-kameez made your beauty shine so bright. Your lovely round and sparkling eyes kept watching me through the light. * Your lips were softly speaking to me, but I was lost in your sweet haze. Then you smiled and gently said, “Tell me your story — no, I’m not playing games.” * Only then my senses returned, and I shared my tale with you. Without hesitation or disguise, I spoke my heart so true. * Lost in samosas and kachoris, I failed to see your beauty whole; nor could I truly understand the smile that touched my soul. * When lovingly you handed me a steaming cup of tea, I could not hear the gentle knock your heart had made on me. * What could I do? My attention had wandered far away; your flower-like glowing face had swept my mind astray. * In just one glance I looked at you from head to toe with care, then your uncle smiled and said, “Now let the two of them talk alone there.” * So gently I then led you into the cafeteria nearby, called the bartender over and had you served Fanta orange delight * I listened to your story then, admired each word you spoke; those beautiful and tender lines still live inside my soul.
