I stroll my path towards East,
And I tread my journey towards West,
But I have only an urge to be met;
To be hoarded in the burrows of your heart.
I encountered millions on the journey of my life,
And I slid a glance into thousands,
But so vivid a conclusion have I drawn;
None have the clandestine charm that you do in your eyes.
Now I lay here with a plea to be made,
A wish to be granted,
A dream to be fulfilled;
To be encapsulated in the warmth of your love,
To be sealed inside the boundary of your affection,
And to be trapped inside the cage of your heart for eternity.