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
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