Vishw Deepak Jain is a student at Institute of Chartered Accountants of India (ICAI).
The wind is airing under the mistress of the saffron heaven, bringing me the drops of rain that downfalls me in love of thine.
Struggles my ki with time like a prisoner in dungeon, longing to see the mask in my memories so divine.
My life far from the maiden crowd, your look changed that vista in an instant and took all of my prejudice and proud.
Like a beauty in the suburban of the middle east, Worshiped in flesh as goddess of Indian feast.
You walk in beauty in dusk of cloudless climes and nimbus skies, and all that's best of dark and bright meet in your hands and eyes.
Oh beloved like a fortune i can't afford to loose, fades all my desires in way to choose.
And at all if anything outstand, there's nothig our love can't withstand.
© 2018 Vishw Deepak Jain