Diva - Poem by Anand kumar.
She is my Diva.
Voice she has,
Voluptuous richness of her music
Haunts me this day.
She stood on the stage with mike in her hand
Heaven lingered in her voice, juices of grape
First glance poured on me
Like a lightning.
That day I decided
She became my diva
Tantalizing memories of her
Haunt my heart again and again
Day after day.
Like dews, on flowers,
Melting in the hot Sun
In the wilderness with moist of love
My heart soaked in her memories
For her ever and ever.
V Anand Kumar.
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