Red Dress. Poem by Afzal Juneja

As she gets ready and walks down the road,
Everybody's eyes stuck alike the saliva in their throat.

As her hair fringes floats and teases the wind,
Every word sounds pleasant when her lips sing.

As her hypnotic red dress makes every color jealous,
The only word strikes me while she walks is, marvelous.

As her alluring eyelids blink once in awhile,
I do praise his creations, every time I see her precious smile.

As her sassy eyes wander on every books store,
The knowledge she has makes me glad, to love her more.

As she frequently turns and put her arm in my arm,
There isn't any other moment, that makes me feel so calm.

As she speaks, every other rhythm seems to be a lie,
God! having her, makes me feels blessed, I won't deny.
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