There’s something about you dear,
Your innocence from afar is only an illusion
A villager* could pass you without notice
But if only he knew…
How your quietness catches on like dew on grass
How just, your undying spirit to continue, is a gift
From rooftops of your hills
That surrounds you like guards on a king.
You disappear from the eyes
Covered with a beautiful coat of the evening sun rays and smoke (dust)
How splendid, glamorous and welcoming you are!
Time in my heart speaks
Of our marriage for two decades
I treasure in my heart.
26th July, 2006