She came in like a breez from hill top,
She came in like a ray of hope.
There was something different about her,
There was spark in her eyes,
There was magic in her finger tips.
She was like an angle form the seventh heaven.
He loved to watch her everyday,
From far away without her acknowledgement.
He loved her laughter which soothed his ears,
And her chirping voice like rhythm to his soul.
He kept stalking her everyday,
Like her unknown shadow.
He wanted to ask her out for a hot cup of coffee,
To express his feelings towards her.
He didn’t had that courage to do so,
But decided to ask her out one day for a hot cup of coffee.
Days passed, months passed, years passed,
From first to third year they reached.
But he didn’t ask her for once.
Suddenly one day he gathered a bit of courage,
And went to ask her out.
The reply came as “no” from her, so he asked her the reason for her no.
With her sparkling eyes,
She was playing tricks which he couldn’t understand.
With a cheerful smile she said,
“Let’s talk over a cold cup of blood”.
He was horrified with her reply,
And left her never to return.
Because as she said those words,
He saw her horrifying face which,
Was only visible to him.