By Khushi Gupta
She was made of sunlight and rain.
Her scent resembled wet leaves and honeydew.
Moonlight envied her gleam.
Flames danced in her eyes
Loving her was easy
Keeping her wasn't
She was a curious girl
A wanderer
Noone could keep her
Noone could stop her
She was a flower growing in the wilderness
A flower that could bloom even in fires and deluges.
A flower meant to burgeon
A fairy of the cosmicity
An angel of Nirvana
The brightest star of firmaments
A Mystic
An illusion
And I?
A mere human smitten by her light
Smeared by her touch
She was the ocean and I was marine.
How could one not be besotted by her?
She was fiercely perfect.
My sweet salvation.
By Khushi Gupta
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