Still in the air
Minutes before you near me dear
Fragrance of love fills the air
What perfume do you use, I hear
Others are asking with fear.

Now every walked and passer
Is aware of your arrival
Any talk or chat in the town is around you
Beware of the crowd.

With ground touching hair
Your walk shakes every heart
With a magnetic look
You talk shatters any mood.

One hundred-fall life sick
By your one electrifying smile
Nobody knows who you are
Except me.

Word of your charm has spread
All over the earth
Surely there will be a stampede
On the streets to see you.

Purely thousands will assemble
Please refuse them a look
Rarely somebody can accept your nay
Forget the unlucky soul.