Her quirky demeanor is a blessing to experience,
And her capricious mien a benison to glean,
Not everyone had the privilege to accost her.
For she was a gush of wind,
A stream of fragrance,
Only to feel,
Not to hold,
In some prison made of steel.
Copyright Β© Shantanu Baruah
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