The Shadow of Curls

a poem by Ashish Singal

Glistening skin and gleaming eyes,
the curl swirls with flaunting cries.
Corner of your lip, up till the mast,
fiery red, clean white, Black cuts a holy contrast.
Just as I click,
White whitens, Black brightens,
daunty is but bounty!
daunty is but bounty!