She draped herself a red saree,
those deep kohl lined eyes,
made her look no less a fairy.
He woke up to his beloved,
spellbound, by her beauty.
Her shyness, betrayed her cheeks to go red;
'Your favorite colour,' she uttered, 'my sweetie'.
He wouldn't blink even if the world would crumble;
utterly desperate he went, to feel his deity.
Interruption, a sudden, arose in their enchantment, ...