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The Dusky Belle, I Call Her So,
Though village folk may call her dark.

One gloomy day, in fields below,
I saw her eyes—like a deer’s spark.

No cloak adorned her dusky face,
Her flowing hair, a wild embrace.

Dark? Oh, let them say she's night—
I've glimpsed her eyes—like deer’s delight.

[Pritam Chattopadhyay, Kolkata, March 30, 4:25 am]