Whom I've never seen,
Has always supported me,
He loved my madness,
My craziness,
My fairy tales,
My dreams,
Who motivates me to read Vivekananda,
I'm his Paris chick,
And shall be forever.
He's the one,
With whom I've spent my teenage and my early 20's,
I was his youngest girlfriend,
And he was my beardo boyfriend,
Life was pretty tough for him,
But his mentor settled it all,
He has got her better half now,
She's her another shadow,
But I'm his Paris chick,
Dearest Alghaari (Traveller),
I'm thankful for your presence hippie,
You're a married man now,
But you're my special stone.
When i will be in my 60's and you in your 70's,
We will meet again,
Before you meet your almighty,
I will hug you for the last time my hippie,
And then you will move ahead.
