My Grin Poem by Somendra Gaur

She was not the tallest but fiercest,
Her hair were henna red,
Depicting some different but acquaintance like fragrance,
Till my memory goes,
She had green frame for her spects,
Nails that she never painted,
A bit loose socks,
A little tighter pony,
Two pimples on the lower side of her chin,
Yes she wasn't flawless but that didn't prevent me falling for her
She was a little more than fair,
With light grey eyes
Her black rubber band
I think she liked watches, or maybe didn't.
Wearing hizab she played lego house with her little siblings.
She tilted her neck a little while she disagreed
Her skirt was an inch longer
There are still many reminisces of her,
Her anger had a sophistication which was supernatural
The only makeup she wore was her grin,
But Not too often.
For two days I didn't knew what chemical changes went through my mind,
But that feeling never came back
Itmade me dream open eyed
Her thoughts are still my lullaby,
Her black rubber band, which she sometimes wore around her wrist.
Till her wet hairs dried
My love for you never died,
I may not remember the last one kissed,
But what I know is that sour-sweet betnoben was her favorite,
From rameez bhaijaan's cart.
Memories are washing away, confidants are leaving but I'm not tryna hold them,
Hold them?
Should I?
Just Walking old school dusty roads,
Looking for our footmarks,
And in the haziness of those old school roads I look for my lost innocence,
Couldn't find a part of it.