Dream Girl Poem by Xenophon Das

Beautiful were your eyes
which looks to be mysterious.
Lips used to be juicy
even Angle feel jealous.
Heavenly the smile was
but the dimple I what like.
This used to be my dream girl,
but my dream had cut like birthday cake.

All dream about there dolls
I'm nothing the separate.
But I had seen her
and they hand not yet.
But
how rude the time is? ? ?
cruel,
selfish,
swindle,
took my doll away
and placed a lot of hurdles.
Knowing me too weak
but sat silent
with a devil smile
to enjoy my bloody end....! !