She moved with a pleasant scent
Insentience, he followed her
She swayed on her feet
As the breeze was pushing her
He moved with a pleasant run
Insentience, not to lose her
She smiled, tempting the man
As he quietly approached her
She waited him near the sea
Attractive, he was certain
Dark night, he couldn’t see
The real beauty of the woman
Strident sounds came over
Bounded by harsh device
From every possible corner
Helpless, he felt, from the incidence
No trace of the woman was left
She vanished, her perfume disappeared
No trace of the man was kept
He was deported, his pain still unhealed
The western perfume drew the Man
To the fake beauty one may say
His land cried for him to return
He came back in a forced way
Glamour of inner voices
Whisper in man’s ears
That the western perfume is
A bogus, an obvious false!
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