"White I swear by that gaze of Shyam, A gaze that never leaves my imagination. When I lift my eyelids, he’s in every sight, Even with closed eyes, his wish never fades from within. Curls like anklets teasing his reflection, Those mischievous lips, enchanted by dewdrops, That crimson tint always spills from his lips, This gaze never strays far from Shyam. Dark eyes cast spells so mystic, Focused on the cascade of locks. His words, soulful and serene, This gaze can never part from Shyam. राजीव ©samandar Speaks"