Biju A R
She came to me with her magic touch,
taken away something, which is unclear.
I checked my pocket, nothing seems to be lost.
She had thick eyebrows and protruding teeth.
I felt lightness, with which gentle breeze could
blew me towards the zenith of the red horizon.
I saw many rich to whom she can approach,
even a single picking could run her whole life
but she came and gave me an enchanting look,
which was cutting my venules.
Bus stopped, I got down, still felt remnant lightness.
At last gleefully I recognized; I lost myself.