When I met her

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.