Half-asleep with a body so light,
With aches and pains , somewhat alive-
And my imagination stretched to a limit
Somewhere, down the line;
The moon of a day
I cannot see,
Or lapping of a sea
I cannot hear,
Yet I can , surely a Mona Lisa etch,
Upon thousand doodles of an invisible sketch;
Hung in my heart, half-asleep as I lay,
Lopsided albeit , holding it dear-
A half-smile , verily I treasure…
” My Mona Lisa ” conveys the disparate contents of a daydream in an appropriately whispy and languid style.
To Mr Louis Kasatkin,
Thanks a lot Sir ! for your kind appreciation. It is always a treat & adds the much-needed boost. with warmest regards. LOKESH
And these verses etch a picture of uniqueness and individuality that begins from the title ‘MY Monalisa’ in the mind. Good one, Lokesh..
thank you Sana for liking my Mona….er…Lisa !