The Strange Maiden. Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

I was walking in the Meadows
Enjoying the winter's charm.
Suddenly I saw her plucking the flowers
For some God to worship;
Her face was fair like waterfall.
Her forehead was like crystal.
Her body was yellow like gold.
Her cheeks were rosy like coral.
Her lips were attractively juicy.
Her breasts were mountainous.

I felt the sensual urge to touch her
Body, to embrace her deeply
To kiss her coral lips incessantly.
But she moved away silently;
I began to search her madly in vain.
Never saw I her again in that Meadows.