The colour of her beauty" There is something very Wild about her, beautifully Something very surreal Something too peculiar Her movement ,her ways Of blinking ,and gazing Her aura of beauty, When I am in her presence I do not know I in self I do not lose myself either Rather it's my feels that gets Lost ,gets drown in her view Her beauty seem to woo My feels into something Playful something wanton Like a rollercoaster but A very parallel very shrill Indiscreption, oh fair her.