She is a mountain Miss.
A gorgeous and walks surefooted.
Always cheerful and in bliss.
She passes everyday
And made me addicted.
I’m a shepherd boy.
Simply down to earth…
Crazy of beauty yet very coy.
Grazing is a profession since birth.
How can I dream of her?
Down the mountain terrains my life goes sad.
To think of her,
Isn’t a blur?
I’m scared what to say to dad!
I’m lost in her thought
And careless to my darling cattle.
I see my being badly sinking…
It is within heart feelings’ battle.
Let me say I die upon her…
Really die upon her!
Let not hide my emotions any more.
May be it work by chance on.
Let there be no cold war.
So she comes…
I skip the beat…
I approached and expressed…
She too smiled and greeted…
I felt happy and blessed.
She finally spoke…
“I love you too”
Was the affirmation note.
Ah, real or was it a joke?
Was that a lovely clue?
Said she for you take so much care…
How much you love your cattle, dear?
That dedication lends you a glare.
Oh, how shocking was the tattle!
Said she daily I’ll pass by…
Keeping me staring
Instead of any cold battle.
You are my dear guy
Needn’t unite
For love is sharing and caring.
I feel I’m in Shangri-La…
Am convinced of her say…
Let me gather my cattle heads…La…La…La..!
Let me back to home
As Sun sets
And dark turn day.
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