I find in the eyes of the maiden,
That you might live with,
I lie on the lap of an anxious turmoil,
I love to live, but..
I owe the heart,
Caressing the naughty emotions,
I adore the moist music of the zephyr..
With every tinkle of the dew..
Mores of the urban mortals,
Are hardly deciphered,
Innocence lies in the eyes..
In them love reside..
More you think, you succumb to live..
The more you observe, you live life,
Innocence deciphers life,
Are you innocent ?
