Small bells tinkered as she rose for some freedom,
Her forehead was facing dusk,
It was pure magik as she looked in grace,
She was beautiful .....
I couldn't hold my eyes,
As they traversed through her trust,
Till and untill they stopped,
To gaze at her "kajal" filled eyes ....
The tinch of innoscence,
Drove me mad,
I couldn't resist love,
Lord let her be mine ....
Let the rest remain unsaid,
As they move out of the locus,
Let me cherish memoirs in peace,
Let me move out of your focus .....
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