On a faint moon night,
There was something different in my sight-
I saw a tall and curvy silhouette from far,
Her shiny eyes shone like a star.
The closer she came, I could discover more-
Her fierce emeralds were her decor.
They could make a soul predispose,
Looking at them is what I chose.
I fell in love with the way she stood,
Hands folded. Legs crossed. Towards her, the wind flew and the sky looked.
I hadn't noticed such curves before-
just like the waves when they hit the shore.
- Siddharth Gupta