Prasadthesailor__/)_/)_/)

Winds kiss tender, on thy cheeks, shall be me. Kissing thy feet beneath, soil shall be me. Moisture that rejoice, on thy lips, shall be me. Slipping down thy body, raindrops shall be me. That is how I shall, make love to thee. Coz one fine day, dust I shall be.

Dew drops shine red, slipping down your face. Woke me from dead, your beauty and grace. Time won’t pluck late, a bud you’re no more. This moment, your fate; tomorrow, an unknown shore. Ohh Rose! From far I’ve flew. Before the gardener knows, let me pluck you.

My armour feels so heavy, when I see him swing his sword. Seeing you besides him, makes me feel so low. So I lay down my sword, my shield and my glove. Coz I cant match a king, blessed with an angel's love. I’m not a warrior, neither a prince nor a knight. I’m just another soldier, who can’t match a king's might. I don’t ride a white horse, nor I live in a palace of gold. I sleep under the open sky, even in weathers rough n cold. So I lay down my sword, my shield and my glove. Coz I can’t match a king, blessed with an angel's love. I’m just another soldier, In an army of crores.