If only to wipe away the beads of sweat gathered at the tip of your nose— I need you! To brush aside the wayward hair fallen across your forehead and plant a quick kiss there— I need you! Beloved, in this entire life, even if I must push the whole world aside— I want only you! If only to dry the tears shed in wounded pride...I need you. When you burst into laughter amid declarations of love through grass and flowers and I suddenly, fiercely embrace you— even for that...I need you. I need you, beloved, only you! In the roar of melancholy nights, in the silence of solitude, to gather myself together, each time I need only you! In every love of twilight, in Jibanananda's enchanted verse, I want only you. Nothing else, only you, beloved! On some cloudy morning fragrant with rain and kadamba blooms, with wet body and measured steps, you'll come before me and say—I too need only you! Let them all have their sky-touching houses, their expensive cars, their finery and fashion, all the kingdom's wealth and splendor... I need only you to remain!
I Want You
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