I had a mask in my pocket.
It was enamored
And waiting for her silken touch.

At the Side Bar
It turned into a rose.
When we met the first time
outside of my dream.

When she put it on
Her lips, breath, and heart
got my secret hidden embrace.

The night was enamored
As she was turning red.
A bliss beyond my dream.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar