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.