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.