Like a delicate flower she wears red color smile,
And velvety soft gestures
Her wavy hair, like a black horse drilling the air, to paint fire.
In a pellucid jar of time, she poured red wine and dropped in two cubes of sugar,
Stirring it with a silver spoon, she looked for some ice.
Audacity is the only jewel that blinks on her finger,
The sea choreographed her moves, and she took birth from fire.
When the sky saw her, it bent down to kiss her satiny smooth smile.
The satanic ocean is also thirsty looking at her serene cosmic soul.
SHE cherishes her womanhood with audacity...
© Neha R Krishna
