(First English Poem I have written down. Of course its a disaster. If you have the courage, read it.)

Darling! your Juliet smile has gotten me in love, but I am not used to telling you.
I am confused by your responses, not your simplicity.

You can again make my nickname, a new one with a red rose.
Let the connection be simplified, make the distance more tolerable.

Oops! Your gratitude confused me, No! Not your simplicity.

Can't a style be created in a new format? Oh! Sweetheart!
At least, sitting in a cup of tea please! does not say anything to your lips without a free kiss.

You come in a new way in the new year, comfort my desires.
Is it a normal way for us to be different? Despite having a spiritual connection.

You are like a blue saree of Bengal, Lily of Padma.
You can rename this relationship, which I dare not to say.

In the new year, in a new number- won't you welcome me?
Floating of the river flow- you are the harmony of the bottom of my heart.