The Hsenura

March 30, 1998 - India

For my girl

Not many adjectives,
Nor much sense,
I wish to write
For my girl, but
She doesn't like poetry.
To put it simple
Without thesaurus,
Her eyes, brows, nose,
Short hair and smile,
Together reminds one--
Nostalgia, saving
The toxic lover.
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