Why did I befriend you, what did i like
Was it the eyes, shaded by kohl
Pearls jet black, chanchal, dancing
As if swimming, in shapely ponds of white
You always knew, when I got lost in them

Was it your nose, slender and small
Or your chin, and clear-cut features
Was it your gait, unhurried and elegant
Or your speech, and politeness that poured

Was it your smile, half-closing the eyes
Composed, yet genuine; unattached, yet belonging
Your laughter too, with similar traits
Would only add, to the mystery that is You

There is something deeper, more spiritual
Within you, waiting, to find expression
You must find it, for in that lies
The calling, the purpose, to your life

Of all said, maybe this, I liked most
The fact you are there, but still very quiet
That hold you one may, and still not touch
Hear you with intent, but still not read