The girl sitting right next to me,
beautiful she is with her eyes in glee.
Embedding on her face a blissful smile,
innocent she looked one hundred percentile.
Her voice echoed and my heart melted,
holding her hand was what I wanted.
A simple text fixed the compound task,
Ok! the date was set and my stress in bask.
Wearing the suit my father's best,
what this Newar did entails the rest.
Candle light a fantasy and dance in vain,
endogamy for this Newar was only the gain.
Tea ignited talks and coffee cultivated charms,
watching her sip tipped my cold eyes warm.
Her playful eyes hit all the sixers,
tricking my brain to doubt the pictures.
Then her soft hands holded my bruised wrist,
thrilled you are? Haha...wait for the twist.
I was joyful at the scene,
the beauty came closer and held her eyes pristine.
Moved I ahead but felt something strange,
holding a pillow was what I saw in my range.
My dream committed a serious crime,
halting my heart amidst the quarantine.
Shall one day the Newar recites this on ver,
beautiful that be if I ever meet her.
Kundan Newar
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It's so beautifully written ✨🔥
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