A Tacit Affair

By Ishan Bajetha

Its that one off beat confrère, innocuous and true

Spaming with snaps questioning what next to do?

Which one to share, which one to flaunt?

How I love this playoff with her, a playful taunt

I scroll through the frames with eager eyes

Every second her pageantry blow me by surprise

So hard to choose, with every pose she radiate

A marvel that's borderline impossible to replicate!

The first one, with the sun manifested in her hair

Or the second one, with that sly infectious stare

In one moment she's sober, her hair all styled

Another one captures her in an absolute wild

They say beauty may come in many forms

But its her itsy bitsy kindle calibres every norm

Its so hard to put finger on just one from her books

There she makes me realize, it's not just about her looks

oh! this sweet quandary I can't help it but pick them all

Just a single snap can't truly do her justice after all

But from the captured many, which one will truely do?

To narrate her essence in full might all the way through.

By Ishan Bajetha