Abhinav Srivastava

The Meeting - Poem by Abhinav Srivastava

I heard her
On the telephone,
Where she beckoned me
By her mystic tone.

She is like her smooth voice
Fair, beautiful
A beauty without compromise.

She has style, elegance
An innocence on her face
Which is hard to find;
There is something about her
Which is so divine.

Her simple beauty
Reflects her pure soul
A soul which contains boundless beauty
And shines like gold.

I wish to meet her again
Not knowing what would I gain,
But sure of only one thing
That the meeting would not go in vain.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 23, 2009

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