Girlfrend

My girlfriend doesn't have to be beautiful

But let his eyes be beautiful

As if I could lose myself in those eyes, I could see my smiling face in the mirror of his eyes.

The lover does not need to be beautiful even if she is Shyama Sundari

But let there be a stream of softness in his body

So that I can eat habudubu even after knowing how to swim.

Let there be no imprint of art on his lips

But stay drenched in nectar

As if the door of heaven is broken with a kiss.

The lover's hair does not have to be a rainbow brush

But let the fragrance of heavenly happiness be in the hair

It's as if the boomerang becomes unaccompanied by that scent from time to time.

I do not understand the religion of the lover

But as if his honor is sacred

I was the chief guest at the inauguration ceremony

By society or God.

The lover should sometimes wear a Bangaliana sari with open hair

Let the legs be turned upside down, let the cheap earrings hang in the ears, let the eyes be in the direction of Kajal

Then stand in front of the woman, shaking her waist in artistry, and standing in front of her, and a world-pleasing smile.

And I want to be killed by this laughter again and again.