The nose-stud you wear on your right nostril,
by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
Though as tiny as a small muster seed,
By its solitary sparkling diamond
And the elevated nose excite me.
But for it, you cannot be a starlet.
But for it, you can't tempt me to pinch it.
It eclipses dusk that your skin displays
And put you sexy for me to follow..