As if eyes of a nymph, smile of a kid
No-see-um by words and anger.. god forbid
Uber cool core on the mind in the quiz
Jabbing about days with thoughts abyss
About the random talks and never-ending words
Speaking in a way which was indeed unheard
Revering those moments with a nod on the top
The buzzing of the phone makes her tongue gallop
Words are her weapon, raining down from the pen
That is just enough to kill down any men
With every dot of ink on the paper, you spend
Oh.. the start it is, not the end
Smoking in black and trivial in mustard
Hues or shades or the psyche inside.. was what I wondered
If …if …as if a friend in an arm and angels amid
You go away on May god forbid
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