My dear, where have you gone?
My heart is by your absence torn

I watch every nook and corner
Joy and peace I could not garner

Somewhere you have left
My mirth has suffered theft

Nothing to me you have told
To ask you I am not yet bold

You just give me your kind vision
That shows your loving decision

Still, I am unable to grasp anything
How can I derive that you are loving?

When on the road you come close
Your love, your sparkling eyes expose

You know I am also not highly matured
By God's grace this affair is getting endured

You and I have youth in our possession
Of course you are to me an Obsession

Your language is entirely different
But, your love I feel is transparent

Your dear brother is my close friend
But, this friendship, by my act may end

You also are very rich compared to my status
But, you are the holy deity in my heart-lotus

If a book I decide to hopefully go through
In every page I actually see only you

All other women appear to be non-existing
To derive peace of mind you are ever assisting

We are so young and we love each other
God must decide whether we will be together

From a distance when your sight kindly travels
To reach my eyes, my heart gives merry-bells

You are an expert in English due to fine education
But, I am ignorant; still I learn it with dedication

When I see you sitting in the balcony of your house
I from a distance play cricket, but you, my eyes browse

You read all sorts of comics and novels with joy
But, only your face and personality I ever enjoy

When you eat something and see us playing
My cricket skills, superbly I will be displaying

Still I remember that window where you will appear
After thirty two years, still I remember you dear

You are living somewhere under someone's care
God has decided otherwise which is surely unfair

But, you made me a poet with no English knowledge
With maturity I always think of you without grudge

Our love is not at all infatuation, but pure affection
As I never at all thought of your body-section

Goodbye my dear dream-girl, I must ever thank you
As memories of those golden days come in my view.

M V VENKATARAMAN