The countdown came to an end,
When she decided to trot,
As the moment to set the sails arrived,
His world paused like the blood after a clot.
The night sky was in its glory,
As the breeze turned to be pleasant and rare,
The million lights added to their story,
For her eyes forced them all to just stare.
As there prevailed a feeling of ease,
The comfort wrapped them up within,
And created a moment Perfect to seize,
For her aura was enough to make him grin
The city constantly kept wondering,
But he could now confidently swear,
That the reason was not an advanced radiation poisoning,
For her glow that was brighter than a flare.
There was a rating parameter that was started,
When he began to count all the pros,
And then the scale was ruthlessly destroyed,
For her cons were as true as the extinction of rose.
Yet, he decided to find asylum in a few words,
Words who weren’t worthy of describing,
Her beauty to even the extent of two-thirds,
As he came to realize his readiness for the subscribing
— Rishabh Bohra