A She I Adore Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

never she hides her sculptic tombs
never she scold anyone to observe the beauty
hard and pleasant as knife and melon

bushes dark but easy to guard the cave
a bitter sensation somewhere bugling night and noon
hunter to manifest the law of eternity

streaming strategy the hill holds stiff
somewhere bugling night and door
never she close never she opens

perfection the perfect illusion
once she learnt from lunatic
who taught her a mischief makes a man
sometimes near to be a perfect man

oscillates the she now and long
perfection and illusion
where stand and where not

she never hides her confusion...

Pranab k c
16/08/2016