Wish I to paint your rosy lips,
Raven tress, also silvery face.
But all the tints fail to match such glimpse.
Nor my fingers can shape the grace.
Wish I to compose your giggle,
With the sound of bangle and anklet.
But no flute is played to mingle,
So soft, yet sweet note.
Must I be undoubtedly sure,
That no stigma can touch the sinless soul.
An open heart whose love is pure.
Only ‘You’ can feel my broken babble.
Saturday, October 26, 2013