Anita, the talk of the crowd
The apple of the suitors
The pride of mad men
The heartbeat of fools
The peacock of our time
The Universe has blessed Anita with beauty
Bountiful endowment
Skin like Aphrodite's
Waist that twists like a stripper's
Succulent lips
Anita the cursed girl
Phobia for mariage
Or do you say it's Gamophobia?
How can such beauty be wasted!
Yet the ones ready for hooking don't have suitors!
Anita I plead to marry
So the other men will look our way
Let us no more bitterness for you!
We are tired of watching our men gamble for your love!
We need attention!
We plead you pick a man soon
@rok-sivante