Sunday, 16 August 2015

A window girl

When I open window pane
There looks a melonchely strein
Having glory on her face
Looks like a devine trace
Teeth sparkles like a pearl
And she hast a mass of curl
Always she dances in the whirl
Shows herself as a beautious girl
When I glaze closes her lid
And smiles like a kid
                               ------      Giri

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