Here and there, like autumn leaves,
Sadness falls from trees and grieves.
Each place where leaves once clung to spring,
Now bares the sky, so wide, so king.
With eyes upturned to sky so blue,
My lashes paint the world anew.
Hands brush warm cheeks, soft as air,
Blue stains linger everywhere.
On the branches where leaves fell away,
The sky spreads out, bright as day.
When I gaze into the endless height,
My eyebrows tint with heaven’s light.
With warm hands, I touch my face,
And blue spreads out, in gentle grace.
Looking down at my open hand,
Clear rivers flow, a peaceful strand.
The water shines, reflects with grace,
A face so sad, yet love’s embrace—
The face of Sooni, pure and kind,
Her beauty haunts my quiet mind.
With eyes upturned to sky so blue,
My lashes paint the world anew.
Hands brush warm cheeks, soft as air,
Blue stains linger everywhere.
The boy shuts his eyes, entranced in awe,
But still the river runs, without a flaw.
Her face, like love, both sad and true,
In the flowing stream comes into view.
The boy, in wonder, feels the weight,
Of love so pure, yet bound by fate.
The river flows, with dreams untold,
Of Sooni’s face, both sad and bold.
Even with eyes closed tight in dream,
The water flows, a gentle stream.
Her face appears, serene and clear,
A beauty close, yet so severe.
The boy, with heart both light and deep,
In the river’s flow, her face will keep.
Like autumn leaves, that drift and fall,
Sooni’s face, he’ll see through it all.
With eyes upturned to sky so blue,
My lashes paint the world anew.
Hands brush warm cheeks, soft as air,
Blue stains linger everywhere.