She blushes!

She blushes at his sight,
The stranger who disturbs her,
Though he is not a friend,
A silent killer and an admirer.

Both try to draw a line,
That stops them from getting hurt,
For he can only be a stranger forever,
Her first stranger friend.

She tries to avoid him,
But regrets as he disappears,
Silly is she for her age,
Fails to hide her disappointment.

He brings out the youth in her,
As she smiles to herself,
For being an idiot to like him,
The stranger with a magnetic look.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST