saathi timro laagi yo chahi

Can we be friends like there is no end to conversations;
like the beginning of the steps and the step afterwards;
taken together into wilderness
not the kind they sell in movies
but the ones that we create

Can we be lovers like there is no end to conversations;
like the ending of the ebbs and the ebb afterwards;
colliding into each other
crashing into the orange sky
and drumming through your hearts

Can we?
Like those endless conversations
into each other?

(kya romantic somantic poem bhaidira. tara sayad mero lagi friends ra lovers ma khasai bhinnata chaina...sayad mero lagi mero mitrata nai maya ho. wah kya baat. tara saachi, sochda kheri estai lagcha; saathi harulai bhau diyeko ta hoina tara pani anayasai saathiharu ko ekdum maya lagera aaucha)