theme: Kohl

She awaited for that one night
And perhaps hundred nights
For that perfect love
For that eternal moment
When her kohled eyes will meet his
Her crimson lipstain will be smudged
Her vermilion will be smeared
Her cherry bindi will leave its place
Perhaps for that passionate hug.
But all in vain
Perhaps the darkness was deepest
And the flame of love feeble
For he lost his way.
Her lipgloss didn’t smear
Neither her vermilion
But her kohl smudged
With those droplets
That soaked her pillow.