Last december,
In a cold wintry night,
I approached a girl.
A teenage girl,
Red-lip(-ed) .
Red cheek(-ed) .
Brown hair(-ed) .
Stood up and walked away with me.
Having touched her icy body,
Smelling fragrance,
And tasting the sweetness.
I happily granted
Her a baksheesh.
She smirked.
And politely thanked.
And inquirerd,
How satisfying did you find this sister?
Making me hell-bound
She trudged off the mud-yard briskly.
[ Wali Jamali]
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