She - Poem by Spandan Bhattacharyya
She is busy, she is crazy
she is a quinine pill.
She is frugal, she is lethal
she never pays the bill.
She is hot, she has lot
she has nothing to spare.
She is pretty, she is naughty
she never dares to bare.
She has a will, she has a deal
she is without fear.
She used to shout loud and loud
but, she never breaks into tear.
Poet: Spandan Bhattacharyya
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