By Namratha Gantayat
Never to do away with the crispy age bites
But to do a way unjust
The quivery locks entangles
As melody encircles in maroons
Over her square still, brushes He
Her waist overgrows
Paving way to melancholy glee
Finding solace in her tranquil eyes
A sober moron as maketh She
To a woman more wise
And festooned be.
By Namratha Gantayat
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