Phenomenal Fan Poem by Jazib Kamalvi

She is the spotless girl, Longingly waiting for him.
It is the life in whirl,
That is entangling him.
She is an innocent girl,
having a mole on chin.
Such as a precious pearl,
Sized the head of a pin.
He is the man of deeds,
Equally as of talk.
Neither a man of needs. Equally nor of lock.
He's ignoringly done,
What is proper for me.
He is the only one,
Who is entirely free.
Either to choose to get,
Or to lose her now.
Knowingly her the fittest, How? but how? but how?
She is a heavenly girl,
He is an earthly lad.
He is a son of Eve,
Adam is not her dad.
She is phenomenal doll,
He is phenomenal man.
I am a poet of call,
I am phenomenal fan.