By Karun Balarajan
Those irresistible locks of her hair
They ensnare me with the fascination
They shine with bright color of burgundy
They are fragrant with her scentful shampoo.
Those wavy twigs of her hair
They dance with utter ecstasy
They are swaying frivolously due to gravity
They cascade down with the likes of a wonderful waterfall
Those lustrous bunch of her hair
They have a feeling of pure silk thread
They have the fragrance of lustful lemongrass
They warm the girl during the Snowy Shimla winter
Those dark streams of her hair
They have a divine shine like of the goddess of power
They shine with the color of the night
They brighten the face of the dame.
By Karun Balarajan
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