A Thing Of Beauty - Poem by Sathya Narayana
Staring at nothing in a dreamy distrait
when she started humming
her mesmerizing lilt
how many hearts went distraught?
Her eyes like deep ocean blues
treasure how many lovely clues
wooing many a craving beau.
When she laughed in rejoice
as if stars are showering from skies
soaked are the relishing Romeos
in an inexplicable rapturous glow.
Flaunted is the avenue she ambled
with beauty-battered machismos
holding their bleeding hearts
Ffalling one after another at her feet
on their enfeebled knees
yielding to her stealing allure.
God must have strained for eons
to shape this beautiful woman!
Ere few minutes with her I spent...
years after, I still sense her scent
like an enshrouding bouquet!
Whenever I felt my times difficult
she usurped into my thoughts
like a swirling rivulet
every hurting gloomy dirt
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