Before the eye balls gone there,
red colour watches the humour,
blinking eyes taste series
and After and after life melts like twin bounds,

Healing fantasy like hills,
sometimes Getting name of sleeping hills,
Wearing heels like them,


Want to thrive like her,
the lady in the winter,
her sleepers of feather,
I want their falls of sarees walk together with me in my own my eyes, Seems like Shine, Seems like subm beam sign.


I will never hide a chance of seeing she,
Becoming a Poet for she,
I'm starring at her freely.
© Priyanka Sharma