YOUR COYNESS

Our hearts are intertwined,

Lives knotted in a sweet bond,

Still we don’t have romantic chat,

As your tongue doesn’t openly depict,

The vibration of your in-love heart.

I know, coyness is the reason,

Behind your such hesitation,

And to your pleasure my woman

I am not worry; rather I love your reason,

Because it is a precious figuration,

 Of a decent and proud Indian woman.

Moreover, a sweet feelings is not dependent,

 Upon words, rather actions are its lieutenants,

 I understand everything from your sleepy eyes,

 From your deep breaths, trembling voice,

And too from the beauty of your romantic verses.