A Dame with Long Tresses

By Karun Balarajan

Those irresistible locks of her hair

They ensnare me with the fascination

They shine with bright color of burgundy

They are fragrant with her scentful shampoo. 

Those wavy twigs of her hair

They dance with utter ecstasy 

They are swaying frivolously due to gravity

They cascade down with the likes of a wonderful waterfall 

Those lustrous bunch of her hair

They have a feeling of pure silk thread

They have the fragrance of lustful lemongrass

They warm the girl during the Snowy Shimla winter 

Those dark streams of her hair

They have a divine shine like of the goddess of power

They shine with the color of the night

They brighten the face of the dame.

By Karun Balarajan