First Glance...

The hair from entangled bun coming on her face

And troubling her eyes with a grace.

She restored them back again

Gradually making me her slain.

While biting her lower lip

Drinking her coffee sip by sip.

She was busy writing something

All I wanted to peep but visible to me was nothing.

I was sitting on her left

Watching her feeling bereft.

I wanted to ask what's wrong

But suddenly she stood up and walked on.