Eyes echo in endless vale
Ears whisper too in the shadow of black clouds
Hair twisted like smoke boast and tell a tale
Nose-like Jehlam Hills appears in stunning dale,
Palm-like soft tissue play hide and seek
Glowing cheeks cheer like Helen of Greek
Eyebrows remain cool
Vibrant visage fouls the fools,
Little lock lits at ear
Tinny pattles rattle fear
Black robe bamboozles horror
Stunning smile sips care,
Ask her!
Eyes echo and voice
They are the holy messengers
Embrace and face the choice
Remain pure and ever transfigure.
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