She is not rich in shyness,
Even with her confessions,
Still, there She is,
Mother of emotions,
The Girl of beauty,
And the start of autumn.
She is not rich with riches,
But definitely in her reaches.
Love her once, admire her signs,
And you become the best, with no test,
Not in you, but in her.
She might not be contented,
The way She intended,
But She lives awesome,
And that some, known to only some.
Dedicated to that Mystery redefined.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 16/11/2017
Contradictions sir. Really nice, ur always best........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb