I Am A Smart Girl...Are You? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The wind is too naughty to lift my skirt,
While I walk in the open air of the playground,
I have to wear the under pants,
That looks like the skin or other colors,
So the lust of the wind is satisfied,
And my modesty intact,
The rain is tempted to see my curves,
So it thinks of pouring down on my head,
The scene is set perfect,
The place gets darkened,
The cool breeze starts to kiss my skin,
But the rain is shocked after pouring of water,
As I am in the rain coat.