When, I saw her print,
I lost half of my sleep in night.
When, mother agreed,
my eager was kicked.
When I met her,
it was a afternoon of October.
When she was dressed in green,
I felt she is the queen.
She was fair,
with black, silky, long hair.
With saree, she was looking tall,
with a yellow fall.
With sweet scent,
Jasmin near window was excellent.
She was quiet, shy and confident,
so, I was impressed.
When I thought about that incident, in calm,
the memory became a poem.
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