You are the heavenly beauty
Just to have you I always pray,
You the epitome of Black Beauty
Is all beyond praise and compare.

Though ready I am to play my part
The pain of my love how I can express,
You, the murderer of my heart
O the charming enchantress.

You are the princess of my Love
The imagination of the imagined,
That has the beauty like a dove
No doubt, you might have examined.

You reflect your charming grace
Like a lotus flower in a pond,
The beauty of which lies not in the face
But in everyhting that is far beyond.

People meet and drift apart
But be not away from me,
For you live in my heart
You know not how much I love thee.
                      -Suresh Kumar