Marvelous Lady


Pretty ladies wonder where my mystery lies.
I’m not adorable or worked to suit a design model’s size
Be that as it may, when I begin to let them know,
They believe I’m telling falsehoods.
I say,
It’s in the compass of my arms
The traverse of my hips,
The walk of my progression,
The twist of my lips.
I’m a lady
Marvelous lady,
That is me.

I stroll into a room
Similarly as cool however you see fit,
Furthermore, to a man,
The colleagues stand or
Tumble down on their knees.
At that point they swarm around me,
A hive of bumble bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
Furthermore, the blaze of my teeth,
The swing in my midsection,
Furthermore, the delight in my feet
I’m a lady
Marvelous lady,
That is me.

Men themselves have pondered
What they find in me.
They attempt to such an extent
In any case, they can’t touch
My inward puzzle.
When I attempt to demonstrate them
They say despite everything they can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the curve of my back,
The sun of my grin,
The ride of my waist,
The beauty of my style.
I’m a lady

Exceptional lady,
That is me.

Presently you get it
Exactly why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t yell or hop about
Or, then again need to talk really.
When you see me passing
It should do right by you.
I say,
It’s in the snap of my foot heel,
The twist of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a lady
Amazing lady,
That is me.

Abhiraj Das



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