Puntu

This poem is dedicated to my Puntu, Shrisha. I lover her being, and the way she already is. No need to go beyond.

If I sit for you to explain,

Won't find words that go straight.

Beyond my thinking & outta space.

I call you my Puntu, with a pretty face.

If I count on you for help,

Might always you be there.

Behind the view and out every case,

I call you my Puntu, with a pretty face.

If I start praising you,

May not it be so good,

On appraisal, you're as same as always.

I call you my Puntu, with a pretty face.

If I make mistakes often,

May you forgive me in time,

Instead any blunder, you'd clean that mess.

I call you my Puntu, with a pretty face.