Miss Strawberry

by Manish

Miss Strawberry

There she goes the heart beat of many hearts
the secrets of many few human vanity
there she goes Miss Yasmine
driving every soul to insanity

Her hair seems as though dipped in strawberry
the twinkling eyes; the divine vision seeking;
she looks like an angel, her face so pretty
the devil lips so thin,yet so serene

She hangs her head as if some memory withdrawn
a misery perhaps; in the past
swaying hips which wander spawn
small twinkling eyes which sigh like corn

She flies on, to my pulmonary space,
her body ripples like a horse on a race
she scuffs her shoes in the golden sand ,
and steals,what you call your "inquiring mind".

Long shall stay the memory,
of the girl even the grass blinks without brewery
I dream of that geometric centre of insanity
somewhere near my heart-sailing in friendShip is MISS Strawberry