You have no set in my thought.

The Sun is set;

It slips out of my thought.

The Moon is set;

It slips out of my thought.

In your exit

You stay put in my thought.

When I hear some

By your name, you’re my thought.

You have not set

In my memory and thoughts.

You are not set

To my fervour and thoughts.

When I see some

As lean, you come to my thought.

When some one is

Coy, you strike my thought.

You cannot set

Though there is twilight.

I cannot let

You slip out of my concept.

For you have met

All needs of my amorous thought.

27.04.2001, Pmdi