Secret Temptation Poem by menash mohan shrestha

Part of her doesn't prefer to walk with innocence.
Rather she walks on air,
And mischievously, she flies one foot above the ground.
Just to escape from the world as quickly as she can.
Anomaly in her walk, I see mystery in her charm.
Arrogance, I see, when she plucks the leaves.
Determined to ask ‘em why they lack the red.
Heralding to give them touch of her youth,
In her hands she caresses the green to turn them red.
Kudos to her! I saw the blush of blades as they kiss the ground.
And she strides further forgetting what she left behind.
Remembering what she thinks will hurt me one day. But on that day,
In her ignorance, I will search for the leaves to steal the red.