Not have discerned the reality,
How could he?
Render her vile, a trickster?
Watch her, how she carries herself
Does her words fumble?
Or has kept herself vailed?
Heed her looks!
Flirtation, did her eyes flutter?
Or scrutinize him with slits?
It is “alag” they say, different
She gazes at him with fondness,
Touches him with passion
Alive again, with finer demeanor
But in his mind,
Face, an undeniable facade.
Sultry moves with unflattering words
In her mind too, she is always a trickster.
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