My Lover

By Binish C D

Her attire, at first aroused my attention Curled hair and drooping eyes, elegant Relieving me from all the tension And lifting me up, like an infant.

Smile in guile, and in a while Pretty mornings changed the meaning The dancing doves, moved in agile And the blooming buds, with blissful showing.

The gloomy dusk, a heart breaking farewell The rising stars, with twinkling face Too many stories, untold and to foretell Where should I rest? seeking a solace.

By Binish C D