She charged at my face, full of rage,
Her index finger pointing straight at me.
Behind her black spectacles, two sets of eyes,
Like tiny black holes staring at me.
A shorty by height, stubby on her hips,
Wearing a magenta saree.
Strong enough to kill you with her eyes,
At first glance, anyone would agree.
An intense encounter, wild and free,
But I kinda liked the way she looked at me.
Bold and brazen, sharp yet sweet,
A touch of power, wild yet neat.
Never seen a woman so dominating,
One who makes a face-off sound exiting.
Dangerous, yet drawing me near,
A poet's dream—both love and fear.