Bonita

A brown eyed girl who is whirling by,

Confront a stranger in the midst of sky.

She tries to ignore,

But the stranger offers his golden smile.

The stranger starts praising her beauty,

At the same time he's smiling with all modesty.

She tries to ignore,

But the stranger stares at her lovely bow.

The stranger politely asks her name,

But she makes gesture in vain.

She tries to ignore,

But the stranger smiles and waits for her reply.

"My name is Bonita. Stop staring at me."

The stranger smiles and says,

"Bonita, pretty Bonita."

But she tries to ignore.