How can I get you out of my mind,
when you keep sneaking up from behind?

	Not for a moment can I forget your face,
	Not for a moment that carefree grace.

	You brush the dark tresses from your cheek,
	those lovely curtains from which you peek.
	
	You tilt your head slightly to the side,
	you glance at me, and I lose my pride.
	
	You roll your eyes at the unfurnished comment,
	you look down on the world without lament.
	
	You address the room with your quiet smile
	calmly, as if you knew all the while.
	
	You speak the language of melodic music,
	sparkled by the tangibility of unspoken lyric.
	
	You laugh warmly, and lower your head.
	I cry with intense joy instead.

How can this world expect me to be sane,
when your merciless vision pounds my brain?

				- Chetan Roy
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