A creature made of sugar and butter.
Senseless talks to herself she would mutter..
She is lost always in some alien space..
With untouched expressions on her face..
She looks so beautiful even without any make-up.
Her heart is so pure with no intentional fake-up
She is all the time on a questioning spree
She won’t pay any heed, being too carefree..
One moment she is an abate child..
The other she turns so fierce and wild..
A celestial being which shines so bright..
Now I am going to bed, Take care.. Good night..
3 comments:
Great to see the Poetess resurface! :)
As if I was hibernating! lol..
that the lady would know.. Waise...it is not the season to hibernate.. had been to bharatpur a few days back... was all empty...
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