Send her to battles and wars,
She will win every, with her glares.
Her eyes are like spears,
It can split any heart when it nears.
She does not need bombs and missiles,
She can blast hearts, only with her smiles.
She will not need bullets and guns,
She can make an army fall, with her grins.
Her aroma will make people fall,
That is her strength, none can stand tall.
Her charm will make people insane,
For not getting her, some will start to grow mane.
Her vibes will make any heart go weaker,
To get it, sometimes I have become a stalker.
My blood boils, so, I don’t go close to her,
From a distance I only admire.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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