I did not see her today
That was routine on the way
She may b e found in window
Jerking her wet hair and allow
Some of the water drops
May make bid to stop
On my face and remind
What good have I to find?
Her presence
Has become at once
A new trend
That always sends
A message
Of an young age
To live for each other
And care
I may smile
And dream about her style
Yes, she can be called intelligent
And the way she thinks to present
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I did not see her today That was routine on the way