Could my name
be the first alphabet
that you wrote
in the bark of a tree.
or
on the banks of the sand.

And I
want to be that
particular luckiest guy

who wanted to
reside in your heart
with the heartbeats
that make you live.

who wanted to
be a dream
of your naked eyes.

who wanted to
be a destiny
of your barefooted horizon.

I want to become
a melody of your heart.

I want to become
a dream of your naked eyes.

I want to become
a destiny of
your barefooted horizon.

And lastly
I want to be that name
whose
first alphabet is written by you
in the bark of the tree
or
on the banks of the sand.

Sikkim, India
bipintiwari655@gmail.com