Beauty

Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.

Have I hurt anybody?
Sipping beauty I enjoy
Alone; I'm fond of beauty,
Married's,maid's or of a coy.
Clear I am; are you muddy?


Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.

Why was my heart burning there?
Over my head was the sun .
Standing opp'site to each oth'r,
Reflecting the ray of the sun
To my heart , glowed her mirror.

Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.

JULI

Juli o Juli I love you truly.
Up to now I have seen you the only
Loveable,sweet moreover the frank one.
I was the shy you'd said to me and none.


Kathmandu is the place first time you'd been.
Unexpressed love take now, o Jhapa's queen.
My heart now asks "why not to knot shy-frank"
And I've seen warm love o'erflowing your tank;
Rejoicing, when you kissed child of your sist'r.
I envied , he's child of my elder broth'r.


Knowingly, if I could replace my cheek
And my lips instead of the child's ; I'd pick
Reliving pleasure;how memorable
Now it became that I'd told " you have full
And juicy youth" on first and last visit.
COMPOSED BY -PAVAN KUMAR KARNA