Unknown

In the banal affairs of life
she strolls with fun.

She is lovely in that purple suit,
oh, she is charming in those wet hair.

watch,she is sitting ,
legs crossed, eyes talking,
spring evolving.

look at the scene,
when wind plays with her hair..
don't you wish, You were at least some particle in the wind.

Talks about her lure me into her,
but distant she seems.

they will send her somewhere someday
and she will make merry that place also..
as does she, the inner corners of my heart.

While doing those classes,
laughing with masses,
she plays each part perfectly.

she is homely,
ofcourse comely,
a lovely being,
my lines' saying.
She is unknown.