The spiritual

One little moment Can transform your life And I'm still here waiting for my bus Navlika.... Navlika.... Navlika... I missed my bus for you.... Deep in my Indian summer, She comes to speak to me My chocolately-delicious-empathic-love Sweet-sour-ironic-sonnets Shakespeare never knew Say "well done", then "goodbye" Dearest Navlika I Say, "you smell very nice" Like it was a piece of scientific research One stupid moment That transformed my life, For great poets could not Describe the beauty In her Indian eyes, Oh and "goodbye Navlika..."