BE

Your hair are sunsets horizon .

Your presence is the fragrance of the early dawn.

Your body is a beautiful clay pot.

Flash of your Smile can't make me count the happiness to find a dying star of cosmos .

You the beautiful clay pot some day will shatter into pieces 

That will make me count you while bleed my blood .

This I find about you ,

when I realize it is infinite to count about how much you are attached within .

Though,

 I watch to miss the dying star .

Too must kind to observe you smile against me .

To bind you hold while the main theme you are dead against be ......I ! 

Rohit Mhaske .