For A Serbian Girl Poem by Harish k. Thakur

You sit smiling
Inveigling the roaming eyes.

Your hands arrange
The crockery, the showpieces
Paintings and candles
Immaculately.

Your fingers present the items
Synchronically,
A sheer touch of business
That turns at my end
A business of touch.

My old friend is also a gone case
As he proposes you,
Though, in a way sarcastically
Shying you escape the misdemeanor
And move on to the next client.

I have to go for something
As I see the items
Through your face.

Whatever you say
Is the final dictum,
And works well on my pocket.
I pour more dollars
And disturb my budget
To become a mendicant.

Your adieu works well
Over the shillaber,
Smilingly you wish best of journey
To all of us.

Arrayed well on the cabinet
And chiffons,
My wife appreciates the purchase
And I smile the things away