The Ripples She Withheld

By Arushi Manchanda

All the colours that I abominated, she withheld..

My heart was enticed, hence I propel.

Ripples of the sunset were, she emulated..

Swaddled I got in them, perceptibly educated.

Strenuous it will be, could I ever imagine,

Defying my instinct will inevitably have me caged-in.

Yet I desired to have my wings lacerated,

And start to endure, in universe she created!

Fancying the music her smiles will play, In the calm.

Beats that my heart will fiddle, when she'll have my hand palmed!!

By Arushi Manchanda