Sitting with a bunch of friends br Each one is talking about love br And saying about their own love br One among them turned to me br And asked me about my love br br Asked me, who is my love? br One asked, how she looks? br Other one, what she does? br And other, where is she? br Tell us about her, they said br br I looked at each ones face br With arched eyebrows on my face br And said, who is my love? br I am not sure about that br But this is how she is br br She may be elder than me br She may be younger than me br Or she may be of my age br What ever may be her age? br She is as wise as old br br She may be too fat br She may be very short br She may be even black br How ever she may look? br She is gorgeous to me br br She may be uneducated br She may be unemployed br She may be very poor br What ever she may be? br She is rich at her heart br br She may be blind br She may be dumb br She may be deaf br What ever it may be? br She can sense my heart beat br br My relations may leave me br My friends may leave me br My blood may leave me br Everyone may leave me, but br She will always hug me br br I may know her or not br I have seen her or not br I have met her or not br She is with me or not br This is what my love is br br I said and left with tears.