She was tall and slender,
Waving her arms to me...
Into the arms of
my most loved lover I jumped and embraced long...
She was sweet,
Butterflies flew to her in search
of honey,
She voice so
angelic,
The nightingale sung chorus to her
melody...
With her arms to the sky she danced
in the rain,
Time seemed so rich in her
presence..
Draped
in a velvet saree, with her rustic smile,
her down to earth mannerisms, her
firm resolve and
inner sweetness she swept my heart
again...
For
every year she comes to my household
bringing rain to my barren heart,
joy , my heart sings as my childhood
sweetheart comes back to my life...
In
verses of prose I’ve tried to describe you,
failing which I’ve fallen for you…
Deeper into my
thought you have travelled,
leaving footprints of affection…
In times to come,
I wish your journey continues with
mine...
Ps: she in the poem refers to sugarcane
and no one else
Any resemblance to characters in
real or reel life is purely coincidental
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