She is beautiful like a rose,
Spreads beauty wherever she goes,
Like a west wind is she,
And moves from place to place restlessly.
As a deer is unaware,
Of the impending danger,
The same to her happens,
The devil's whisper she fails to sense.
A boy lets her know one day,
Of his love for her in May,
She blushes like twilight,
And runs away like a thief from the sight.
A love story begins hereon,
Within her, happiness is born,
The love-birds start making love,
But the hazard she is still ignorant of.
The boy has recorded all the romantic moments,
And spread the footage like a virus,
Now she has forgot how to smile,
Not just the once, not even a little.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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