Ever in my life, if there was bliss
if ever there was moment to reminisce
if ever there was a meeting i would nt miss
that was when she came as a blitz
Her eyes told me a story
Her legs told me another story
There was something, about her, that was irresistible
She was lovely in every way possible
We both looked at each other,
heard each other,
and walked down the lane,
reminding me that it all started with a sprain
Look at her, and you find abyss
Hold her hands, and you achieve peace
When I was child, they used to call me Pinku
and I sometimes call her my "Minku"
