Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
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To rate a poem is an easy job.
Unlike life she is either in color or black and white.
You either find her irresistible or you don't give a second look.
She either turns your soul and breaks your neck,
Or you don't even notice her screaming her lungs away.
She does not follow a set diet.
To her lover she is svelte and full of desire.
If you like her she is a perfect 10, else not worth the rating game.
What is the point of having a scale?
When only she can consume you in passionate flames?
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