I am waiting for my angel, who will play with my bangle
Who wont impose any border on me, always make me go reeling
With whom I can be myself, there wont be any spare feeling
Will crush all worries to soil, whenever I would be in turmoil
Despite my best intentions, whom I would like to spoil
Who will always respond to me, no matter how worse I look
While trying my patience, she will act like an innocent crook
I might get apprehensive when her ambitions start getting unfurled
Still her infectious smile would give me strength to defy the world
Wont be an easy task to be her torch-bearer, when she is frustrated
Her vividness would be a reflection of mine, which everyone coveted
Treasure of my life, about whom I will never cease to marvel
I am waiting for my angel, who will play with my bangle
