The Withering Girl. Poem by Subrata Ray

The girl was pretty with no look,
She had galaxy of eyes in her book,
She passed and touched the hungry hearts,
She was made to tease, without art.

The girl knew no cause, but cause was she,
Whoever glanced her, a victim might be,
And she stood with her mood, and no face at all,
The girls was a girl, to attend call.

The girl evoked dreams, though no dream she was,
Her dream-like countenance provoked dreamy touch,
She whirled and beguiled as storm and night,
She came in and went out, leaving no sight.

The girl sprang as lake, and empted to swim,
The girl was a girl, -she had no wing,
She kept a-haunted, the knight and prince,
Without action impressed, tingling, twinkling.