At the wedding
Of my cousin,
Girls were roaming
By the dozen.
One was most beautiful,
Wearing a black mask;
To meet with her
Was a difficult task.
We were having
Eye-to-eye contact;
She lived miles away—
That was a fact.
She looked like a queen
In a golden dress;
To ask about her,
I was feeling stressed.
I came to know
Just her name;
I made her imaginary—
Love is a difficult game.
— SR Dominator