She is a bashful girl bathing in the rainy day.
Her painting body swings like a tide.
Passers by run to their abode without watching her fiery image.
Only her lover watches with thirsty eyes.
She is a ballet girl dancing in the party.
She is a balm in the vast forest.
She captivates million hearts.
Only her lover recalls her dancing image.
She is a carol of today.
She relieves painful hearts of yesterday.
She knows how to enliven passionate fools.
Only her lover loves her solemn heart.
M S Ahas.
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