You are stunning beauties,
Whether you are in
twenties, or seventies;
You are smiling,
beaming and pleasing,
While passing by,
or busy in your duties.

But my Indian weakness
you know not-
Any proximity of woman
flutters my heart;
On a shake of hand,
an appreciative look-
It starts imagining;
a kiss makes it hook.

So if you want that too many beats
not my heart misses,
Take pity on it, and no more give it
your heady kisses.