Sitting in front of me

He is sitting in front of me Jaane is in a trance He has got good eyes Horror has also come Let me escape in his way Still, what's the point? We both know that He is not made for me His hands are enough for me There is a whole philosophy to it I'm upset He is angry with his own attraction I understand everything but Gumsam Sa looks at me Like a child at a fair He is separated from his mother Weeping secretly in his chest My heart wants it What a beautiful flower she is Which is opening on her lips O Lord, never forget me This is my prayer to you.