Curled in the womb, a dreamless summer night
Hark the coming of a baby snow-white
Eternal beauty and grace, a cuddly delight
Twinkle in her eye, there is never any respite
Nimbly she walks on, roguery she incites
Alice in wonderland, hiding away from the light
Mocking at men, when she came of age
It was all pretence of a teeny tiny phase
Riddle she became, which men strove to work out
Candle light dinners, yet lingered ever a doubt.
How did innocence, turn out so ravishing?
A nymph in disguise, her life is confusing.
Nasty or just hasty; she can’t herself surmise
Do I dare to find out, am I wise to analyze
Am I able to suppress my own prejudice?
Nourishing a sentiment, have concealed it so well
Is she the one for me, should I go and ring the bell?
PS The first letter in each line spells the name of the damsel - 'Chetna