The Date.

She flung open her cupboard doors

Looked up-down & across the width

Rummaged through a couple of shelves

To see if that perfect dress was hid beneath.

She walked around her room, sighed aloud-

“Why don’t I ever have anything to wear?”

She went back to her open cupboard again,

& looked at her collection in despair.

Then her eyes fell on the blue flowing gown

Which she delicately from the top shelf, brought down

She smiled and caressed its silky smooth frills,

It was her sweet sixteenth birthday gift.

She slipped into it & made sure it fit right

She stood before the mirror & sprayed a whiff of perfume

And after hours & hours of make-up & touch-ups

She had finally got the look, she assumed.

She heard his footsteps & went out to meet

But one thing was missing, her nail paint wasn’t fine

He held the door & took her by hand

And like a queen, he led her out to dine.

He looked at her, he had a sparkle in his eyes

“You’re looking gorgeous sweety”, he smiled.

She smiled coyly & thought to herself,

“What do you know honey, of the hardwork 

                                      put into this ensemble?”