Like a bengal tiger, sly and sleek, I hide from you
What a pleasure it is to watch you in your element
Smiling, Grinning, coy like a geisha yet boisterous like a tabla
I can't deny that my heart goes pitter patter every time I see you
Like a lotus flower in river of complacency
You are prize to behold, a fitting gift for a deva
When will you notice me and invite me to dance
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