Perfect face
Perfect face
Blessed with grace
Full of innocence
So liked at once
Words are not meant
Or for name sake sent
It is worth appreciating
And openly relating
Eyes stare
But do not dare
To converse freely
Otherwise remains gracefully
What a man or poet?
He does not remain quiet
I pick her anxiety
But experience can be called “new variety”
Eyes speak decisively
I am established already
The sky shall give me way
I am waiting for my glorious day
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