You wear your hair in a bob
and make my heart throb fast.
You tie your hair like pony-tail
and hang my heart from it to hop.
Your dress sense is excellent
to propel my mind to act.
You tie your loose end of sari
around your hip to make my eyelids flap.
You stood at ease before the bus
and made me glide in delight.
You dared to warn the rude goons
For hooting at the invocation song
to our ancient glorious tongue.
When you drape in loose sari
You are tall and stout to watch.
When you are in dark Chudi-dhar,
O my god, you are slim and short.
You alight the bus and flight to Share-auto
causing our anxious eyes to wonder.
I won't bloop when you bloom,
just I see you and dip in glee.
O my Cheetah goes agile
You don't look aghast being frail.
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