My Serendipity- A Girl With Pony-Tail Poem by Somendra Gaur

Her smile is a selcouth,
The fair complexion others run behind,
She doesn't need that,
She ain't arrogant,
She is an introvert.
Her eyes behind those thick lenses redefine innocence,
They are intrépide.
Her tough outward look and her sincerity delineating vintage watch,
I havent seen her in heels,
Maybe she's into flats,
Her unvarnished finger nails and ink marks on her palm, &
her eyes,
Where I've seen kohl only twice.

Her sincere school girl look with her bag on her shoulder stiff and tight,
Her water bottle and pen box in graduation class is a rare sight.

She isn't alluring to many
But
had anyone of them had my eyes,
With all girls in class chasing pseudo-beauty,
She personifies purity.

The hanging around of her hairs,
on her forehead lanes is my querencia,
Her absence might go unnoticed by others
But
She is her own cosmos.

Her beauty is kalon.
She is a girl with pony-tail,
My serendipity.