She

Toyesh Prakash Sharma

Every   time,  I   saw  her  alike,
that  face, that  innocent  smile
In  those  eyes,  there  is  a  sky
some  birds  there  fly,  at  high
her   voice   is   soft   and  slow
a dimple and what a skin glow



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