Wanna be your

You smiled at me,

Some hot and smoked tea

Fell on the lower sleeve.

You untied your clip,

Your step cut hairs partially covered your face,

I felt a wind blinking my dress.

You asked my name, smartly.

Oh! I won the game, partly.

Finally, you took off your sunglasses.

Wow!Salted dish with pickle and sauces.

Athena, your eyes were so deep and dense

I wanna be your contact lense.

--- Ramesh C Biswas

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