Sweet Smile - Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta
The luscious red lips
Striking white teeth
A face with its own style
With that soothing smile.
I am her desert, she is my Nile
Will she flow in me with her smile?
I want to live on a lonely isle
With her smile at every mile.
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