If the bees ever know how sweet she is,
they will stop going to flowers again.
If the butterflies ever feel her fragrance,
they will keep flying around only her.
If the birds ever hear her cute voice,
they will praise and sing only for her every morning.
If the trees ever know her comfort,
they will wish to rest in her shadow.
If the stars ever see her shine,
they will stay above her all night long.
If the winds ever feel her breath,
they will always stay close to her.
If the sun ever feels her light,
it will never want to set in the evening.
If the moon ever knows her charm,
it will glow forever just to see her smile.
If the oceans ever know how deep her heart is,
they will feel small in front of her love.
If the volcanoes ever see her anger,
even they will calm down quietly.
If women ever see her beauty,
they will ask her the secret behind it.
If men ever know how pure her heart is,
they may even start wars for her love.
But nobody can truly own her,
because she feels like a part of nature itself.
As if God sent her to earth in human form,
only to make my heart fall for her.
And if the gods ever come to know her whereabouts,
they may send an army of angels
just to take her back to heaven.
And if she ever comes to know
that I wrote all this for her,
I still don’t know
whether she will smile happily…
or get angry and never read again.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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