She had come with tears,
Deeply disturbed by her peers.
Such was my first sight on her,
And I wouldn't have asked for more.
Tiny nose and very small shells,
A mount on the top, compact halves.
She is a fire in her trees,
With a button and two strawberries.
She is too keen about her beauty,
Simple cosmetics, a natural deity.
The bold attitude I must say,
Puts me down I must say.
For a while, long while,
I had no names, no remembrance.
In time, with the time,
This beauty appeared to be prime.
Her infinite voice and finite plead,
Provoked my heart to read her need.
Inch by inch her words with herbs,
Expelled my wounds in terms.
I cannot measure her feelings for me,
As, now she has become a part of me,
Or to say I have become a part of her.
Things happened and it did happen,
Once for all, our hearts weaven.
Dedicated to my love Infinity
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 15/09/2024
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