Glowing as a lamp I saw a lone onlooker,
adorned with the flares of sun – one Gloria;
Unleashing a blaze of beauty around her,
lighted my heart’s patio with her wine aura.
Thousand arrows pierced through my heart
when I looked into the eyes of that shooter;
My life ceased to matter for me since then,
I’m moved by the finesse of my fair mimer.
Gleaming glory of that demure damsel
was accentuated by her decorous dealings;
After years I inferred that – ‘A glance says all.’
‘One’s savoir-faire reveals one’s placing.’
It was like watching her from a distant shore,
calmly sailing a canoe on the shiny ripples;
Until now, I’ve kept a storm in my fragile heart.
Never saw a peace dove in a land of ruffled souls.
Her hazel eyes were on me, her lips were sealed
it was our reticence that were in conversation;
A dialect that I spoke the very first and the last time.
All along it was neither a voiced nor a quiet session.
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