Awantika - Poem by Diplove gautam
The person whom I met of course,
She is a nice person, I am so sure,
Like a mountain dew, very so pure,
She looks everybody is injure.
A want of tika, otherwise so sitka,
I know she is so cool like dew,
Puts on glasses teeth without braces,
She flashes one eyebrow without a trace.
Now she is ready for a race,
She promises to show her face,
She runs away in small case,
Furious little In school dress.
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