That Girl
That Girl
A girl is so cute
Upon whom I stare,
She makes me mute
With her mesmerizing attire.
I think she is in love with someone else
She continuously thinks of that person,
Yet she draws my photo case
Upon the blissful seat of the nation.
She gives me a bunch of flowers
I keep it at the core of my spirit,
Let more love continue to shower
In the place of our regret.
Moments will continue to pass with timings,
Yet it will shine in my writings.

