There is a magic in the air...
The grass on the lawn next door
wears a new smile I know not what for!
Two bees and a yellow butterfly
from our graden across the wall
flew over for me to spy,
and returned to hum,
'There is some one very special,
bewitchingly charming, but shy.
The tress - long, silky and flowing,
resembles a peacock's lovely trail
as if ready to take off and sail
as a raincloud in the monsoon sky...'
My spirits too balloon up,
for the girl next door is a deity in human form;
perhaps forgot the path and came down
to earth coyly to roam...
In the calm sea of my heart
there now spirals a turbulent storm!
Mother asks, 'Are you not well?'
Poor thing, she does not know
my roof has been blown off by the gale
and I stand spellbound in the new girl's magic spell!
Thank you so very much... for sure, my thoughts do walk through! LOve and best wishes.
Nice poetry... Sir
So nice of you, Shernaz for your comments. Close to 50% beauty of a girl lies in her hair; that is the reason why in Mahabharat Duryodhan asked Dushasan to drag Draupadi to the court by pulling her hair. sad though. The other thing, it appears to me, the purpose of Burkha is to conceal the hair. Thank you.
Enjoyed your sweet poem, particularly these evocative lines about her tresses
The tress - long, silky and flowing, resembles a peacock's lovely trail as if ready to take off and sail as a raincloud in the monsoon sky...'
Thak you, Rupradha for reading and enjoying. It gives such a good feeling.