42. I hate those nights

I am always, tickled to be alone with her

that too, when perfectly too close to her

Every time she touches me, I am so enthralled,
I am sad when she hides me with her free hairstyle

In such days, I can’t see anyone or anything
I pray every day she should have a bun hairstyle

So I am visible to all and all admire me
All used to say, I am pretty on her, which I love to hear

I love to see her reddish face when someone praises me,
I hate those nights when she leaves me alone in the jewel box

I long the night to disappear, with the warmth of the sun,
I love to twinkle on her ears wherever she goes