Village Belle Poem by Diwakar Bhatt

It was an episode in a village fair,
Memories are still vivid and clear.
Eyed a village belle young and cute,
Enigmatic smile on her face, astute.

Sweet sixteen would be her age,
Little shy under everybody’s gaze.
Raven black hair with a visage fair,
Dreamy, brooding eyes very rare.

Sensual, upturned, pointed nose,
As an artistic piece of poetry to prose.
Wet, rosy, thin lips passionate,
Lotus petals with dewdrops, ornate.

Swanlike neck with necklace of beads,
As a uniquely bedecked ivory piece.
Full bosom making her more feminine,
Like Interlude of a song with accentuation.

Thin waistline supplemented her grace,
The only subject of everybody’s praise.
Lithe body with limbs tender and fine,
She was an icon of beauty pristine.

Attired in a flowery crimson gown,
As if a queen even without a crown
She seemed a fairy in human disguise,
Treaded earth to fulfill her carnal desire.

She suddenly intermingled in the crowd,
Her idyllic beauty left me totally awed.