Twilight kiss the balmy ground
Dusky dye has embraced the soil
Nehru Place filled with tiny swarm
All and sundry with full of activity
My glance explores the show
All I hear around are the voices of trader
But a twirl in upshot arise
My eyes drop on a dazzling sight
Like a cherub pinching my ogle
She stood there gawking around
Her gripping eyes have detained my view
Tall, elegant and sole
Like an angel blooming with glee
She makes tracks and I stand still in tight spot
As I realize, my feet scamper to her,
But the horde wouldn’t let me
And she ebbs to nowhere
The tale of the exquisite stranger remains a fable,
Only with a hope I live
She’ll be back again.
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