Yesterday I saw her in a park, it was a holiday,
My tedious day got a spark, it turned into a holy day.
She looked so beautiful, she seemed perfect,
I look like a fool, yes I am infact.
Her figure was so nice, her clothes were so tight,
I look like mice, on me nothing hangs right.
I found hole in the heart, caused by her heel,
A wound that hurt, neither pray nor spray could heal.
I thought I should talk, but I was not confident,
My heart said should walk, and then she seemed confidant.
She was not a jilt, I thought she would accept,
My clothes weren't like gilt, what if she except.
I shall go with same attire, she won't look at exterior,
She would look at the fire, which is burning interior.
Proposing could not be fun, I thought I was not able,
I remembered saying of great Satan, 'to be weak is miserable'.
So I went to a shop, to purchase a rose,
Rose gave me a hope, hope to propose.
She seemed placid, I rose up my tune,
My rose seemed rancid, in front of her damn perfume.
She was heating hot and eyes were really sexy,
I am not an astronaut, but her eye ball seemed galaxy.
Color of her single parted hair, I know why she dye,
Because she doesn't care, whether millions people die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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