Like a hurricane she came and rushed
and at his tired face with her smiles flashed.
She was a fop wearing matching clothes
and on top in changing her hair-styles.
Her smiles roused his dormant poetic springs
and her charms displayed stirred his desires.
They felt it bad to talk in open
and chose the whatsup to chat in stealth.
A slight start she gave in a few words
and he opened the gates for all his tales.
The laurels paid to her charms cheered her
but some amatory tinge ached her.
"Desist from chats or be in trouble! ".
A sudden short sentence sent shivers
through his jovial mind and always kind.
Her cavalier reply hurt his heart
and he switched off his phone once for all.
She blew him off for his lustful lines!
Never she told him she was leaving
and never said sorry for the hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem