It was a poetry fair

And poets across the globe were there,

Chatting in voices crackly

Sassy and active with vigor,

In love and camaraderie.

 

Such wondrous work of art,

Like flowers in a floral fair,

Murmuring the rhapsody of love

Defying hypocrisy and simulation,

Lineage and language.

 

I was there too

Neither afraid nor pretentious

Going through poems

Of all climes and rhymes,

When suddenly, a poem struck me——

So simple,so     humble, and yet,

Blossoming like cherry blossoms

In all its beauty and its might.

 

‘I think it fits me,

The shoe in this poem fits me,’

I said to myself.

I wore it and it was fit and fine.

It brought a rapprochement

Between me and the poet.

 

I felt the first drizzle of monsoon,

I saw the water lilies sprouting,

I saw Yamuna’s ripples kissing the shore

And the stars racing in the sky.

 

The poet was there looking

At me longingly

With shyness shining in his eyes,

While my soul communicated with his.

I metamorphosed from my cocoon

Of beauty melting with innocence.

I went to him

While the intense tidal waves

Of love came crashing softly

Against the walls of my heart.

I landed in his arms,

Put one leg in between his legs

And said in a husky voice,

‘Prince Charming, can I be

Your Cinderella for tonight?’

 

He drew me closer to him

And said gently,

‘Can you be my Cinderella

For the rest of my nights?’

Pushing my leg in

A little harder and deeper,

I said…………..’Yes.’

 

pramila khadun