The Vermilion Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo
The Vermilion
My dear,
(I feel so shame to speak)
Since I wore a dot of vermilion
Like the baby-Sun rising above horizon
Beauty pounced over me with tacit horror
I allured to watch it before the mirror.
My dear,
(Do you know a top secret?)
Owing to our (may be) love with care
A pinch of vermillion your chin share
With thousands time your beauty glare
Forgetting everything I merely stare.
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