Let night you wear
Bright you, your light
Be fragrance as sandle
Nd grip with a beautiful smile
Touch her body, as slippery satin
Breathe in yourself
To her rosery lipstick
As feed you from your inside.

     Also she has been waiting for you
That, when will you measure her
Till up and down.

      She is in young age nd flourished
So, wear black blanket gown
Not, for you
From black society
That, anyone can do as
Pluck nd wrinkle nd mash
Outer or inner her life.

      So, o bloke! you go
And sooth yourself nd herself
Between two machure lips
Bounded with each-other !

                                                                                                                             ~Surbhi Anand

                                                                 Ara, India