At me she is looking
My heart she is booking
My manners, she is liking
My charm to her is striking

My soul her eyes pierce
My heart claps with cheers
Blissful when she nears
Her absence produces tears

She possesses divine beauty
As she appears like a deity
She is remarkably pretty
I cannot resist her gravity

Her face resembles a lovely flower
She calls me her handsome lover
She has magnetic power in her
Her presence creates golden hour

She beats peacock in her nice dance
Cuckoo loses to her a singing chance
She humbles deer in her stylish glance
She is the embodiment of romance

Her smile will erase gloom
Her heart is a generous room
From her mercy will finely bloom
She will create in bliss boom

Heaven is felt when she touches
Divine solace her word fetches
By her cool talks she puts stitches
Just like the Sun, she never ditches

When she very kindly hugs
To repeat it my heart begs
Become strong my legs
She cures without drugs

If sees her a graceful swan
It will become her ardent fan
If she stops for a small span
The World changes its plan

If she offers a pleasant smile
One can feel the flow of Nile
So superb is her marvelous style
She will captivate without fail

She will never wrongly hurt
She knows not how to flirt
She will throw at none dirt
Tears to cheers she will convert.

M V VENKATARAMAN