She is beautiful like a rose,
Spreads beauty wherever she goes,
Like a west wind is she,
And moves from place to place restlessly.
As a deer is unaware,
Of the impending danger everywhere,
The same to her happens,
The devil’s whisper she fails to sense.
A boy lets her know one day,
Of his love for her in May,
She blushes like twilight,
And runs away like a thief from the sight.
A love story begins with no room for scorn,
Within her, contentment is born,
The love-birds start making love,
But the hazard she is still ignorant of.
The boy has recorded all the quixotic moments’ grace,
And spread the footage like a virus all over the place,
Now she has forgot how to smile,
Not just the once, not even for a while!