What a pretty face did she had
Quite enough to make me mad
She looked at me and I preferred to hide
‘Cause I was a little weak on my side
The cap that she was wearing
Was partially covering her eyes
But the visibility was just enough
To make me reach the paradise
The red dress that she was in
Turned me into a reddish freak
And that color was so profound
That it even travelled to her cheeks
Her looks were so tempting
As she is one in many crores
But sometimes I go around and think
That I’m knocking on forbidden doors
But it wasn’t late
When my friends came to know about it
They all started their orthodox teasers
And made my dreams a shit
I’ll probably never meet her again
And my dream has turned into vain
I’ve to believe in this bitter fact
As I don’t have any chance to interact
But her memories will remain in my mind
And I don’t even have to go and find
I know she is not made for me
Though she is one in many crores
I had understood this right begin
Then why was I knocking on the forbidden doors?
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