When I first saw her,
With her nose in between a book,
She was snobbish and rude,
Her eyes stuck to boring pieces of paper.
Instead of interesting old me.
She once danced on stage,
Not as graceful as a swan,
but she was the only one who stood out,
out of all the little ducklings.
She held my hand once,
dragging me to the lab.
She pointed out the scribbles on the table
where I wrote with my name.
She huffed and puffed about being clean,
while I stood there,
my eyes wandering to her lips,
how sweet it would be to close it with mine.
When she left to get a towel,
I stood there dumbfounded.
I’ve only seen her thrice,
but that was enough to fall in love.
Although fiction, it has been inspired by someone’s status I saw preHaiyan. I just remembered about it now 🙂