Eyes feast on
Mellow evenings.
Her soft hands lull
Early mornings
To sleep.
The deep desires
Of an ocean,
Stand shaken by her
Naughty lips.
The light beyond
The stars, bows down
To the elegance of
Her cheeks.
Even Lord Indra
Is impressed by
The rhyming stance
Of her gait.
What else is
Required to kill
A boy like me?
Go on darling..
Go ahead and
Smile.
(Translation of previous poem)
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