She perfumes like new roses,
Love is an unknown fact!
The fragrance is felt by the nose!

She drapes skin on her,
waiting for him to be His!
But he was never found by her,
She bleeds, ...and waits again
for his ultimate Kiss!

She windup herself in hope,
Night and Dreams tell stories,
All she do is,
Waiting without sinking hope!
© Saranya Anish Nair