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A Matron

Her, an abstract art
Whom he finds difficult to understand
Truly inaugurated by Almighty's heart
Her, an expensive brand

Her aura enlightens
The dim & dead
Morning brightens
As she communicates eye to eye & head to head

He gets jitter while confronting her slaughtering smile
Barely manages to talk
Since her only job is to send him exile
Yet above all is her seductive cat walk

His highness
Take heed of his shyness

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