Though its late but a part of me doesn't want to let you sleep.
It might be the best thing that others do at this ungodly hour,
Still as my feelings(for you) my intentions are also uncanny tonight.
I long for twinkle of your eyes, the warmth of your voice, the
staunchness of your thoughts and the rare yielding demeanour.
Though no coital feelings cross my mind at this crossroads
but still nights turns unbearable.
At this imbroglio where you had me put in
I'm unable to locate any noun but your name.
Reprising it overwhelms me and turns me into receptive being.
Though the above feelings prevail Its still hard to convince "I"
to disturb one's sleep for something 'unimportant'.
