For Friendship.

(NATPUKAGA)

They  are not small,

not small like cashew fruits.

He who landed in my rich garden,

is only my Prince.

Winking and inviting beauty

In Love with royal diplomacy.

Even after chewing betel leaf,

my tongue has not reddened

as the betel nut,

that betel nut

still enjoying your kiss.

They  are not small,

not small like cashew fruits.

He who landed in your rich garden

is only your Prince

Winking and inviting your beauty

In Love with royal diplomacy.

Even after chewing betel leaf,

your tongue has not reddened

as the betel nut,

that betel nut

still enjoying my kiss.

 In my sweet thoughts 

after seeing the movie 'Naatanmai',

in that place in my hip

as you pinched the folds

Oh is it pain or pleasure !

Is that rose blooms in the plant

or in the lap, in your lap ?

I could not escape  from your tight embrace,

Now after the release, oh feeling my freedom !

The eyes of God of Love burnt and burnt

the hook of my blouse suddenly got released !

The kisses you planted on my forehead

the bile is mixing in my blood.

The fully bloomed flower is waiting for you ,

my darling, darling, darling ...........

In your thoughts not slept, my pulse not in control,

your shining beauty with your burning smile.

Is it your spread of net, the art of touch or pleasure wave,

the volcano has not extinguished, the heat not quenched.

Seeing the beauty and attracted,

the red bee is flying around and around.

Within your fingers ten

Hold that flowery heaven.

Peace, while the pants and sari 

are in mutual interview calmly.

Cashew Fruit & Nut,
the fruit with the seed outside.

*****