The Smiling Lady in Red
The icing, the hand, the lips -- Pray, was that a sniff that he passed off for a kiss?
'Twas her first question when she saw the Billionaire unromantically serenading his miss.
Then, on a cold December morning, she entered the Den and joined the ongoing carnival,
'Breaking the shackles', she came out of the 'woodwork', euphoric about an impending arrival.
Nay, 'twas not the arrival of the non-existent beings bearing the Khurana or Rathod name,
It was the return of Brij Handa, he who had brought to the Handa family untold shame.
On Hallmark Day, for her, Daku drew out of the pan a name - "Smiling Danseuse"
Thus was christened she who glides in and out, is that in time to Chopin's berceuse?
If she were to rename Dev, she'd probably name him Count Almaviva without any hesitation,
And maybe she'd like to see this perfidious master of Figaro at Shawshank obtain his redemption.
Smiling and serene, one of few words, her posts from running away she generally halts,
That's Deepika, for you, she who has, this day, to the Blue Danube, danced her last waltz.
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PS: See you all later.
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