Upon the table of extreme exaggeration, Mashanka stands tall
Shivering, biting the pink lips of her own
Perhaps the circus of her tender age or a focus of her unique mind
She senses love beyond the strengths of lovers of any best kind

High like tides her feelings rise and then suddenly
Fall over her heart like a butcher’s knife
His love for her was constant and monotonous like plain sunshine
Her hopes for him were myriad like a rainbow in the sky

Nightmares were so warm and painful that she could not close
The dreamy shutters of her chocolaty eyes
His trained biceps were hindrance in her search
For tenderness of love like baby rabbit’s eyes

Quarrels and difference were slowly raged the routine of her life
World for her was different than the perception of his manly eyes
Love has many shades and moods as myriad as the types of wine
Mashanka felt her man did not sense even after many remainders despite

Relationship is responsibility and economical stability- His version
Relationship is love and love’s multifold insanity –Her version
Clashes of their versions – daily, weekly and for months
Her hugs were all futile, he disliked all, it took her by surprise

Wanted she him to be a mad romantic, deeply drunk by purest form of love
Red roses, pink perfumes and satin white dresses favorites of her kind
He should be charming enough to confuse her with the various variety of his life
As she dreamt to lost within garden of his eyes and then found back like a prize