Charm Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

She is pretty and wild,
Her sparkling skin, in sheen of gold,
Nestles her dour, staid self,
She is young and aloof,
Her fragrant flesh is refreshingly taut;
Her pleasing, fluid shape, cold inside.

She lures impossible toughs too
And holds captive of time
Like moths caught in dazzles of lamp
That neither escape nor sink,
But, in unending whirls,
Run to exhaustion.

Sweet, fluid rhythms of charm
Ride to human heart
And melt soul to dulcifluous passion
That dims reasons and awakens senses
And floods blood with sweet yearnings
Of a strange new world.

Charm is a bottomless well
Where, once caught, none come out;
She is indefectible beauty,
Who only deepens thirst for more beauty;
She is joy like; her own shadow
That never leaves nor ever meets her.