Gaurav Mittal

Rookie (04/06/1984 / Chandigarh)

Enslaved Thoughts - Poem by Gaurav Mittal

To her keeps on turning,
My every single thought.
These thoughts, wild and yearning,
In one web have been caught.

A web by spiders spun,
Who slaves are to her eyes;
Her strands of hair undone;
Her mesmerizing sighs.

Slaves to that waist slender,
And that delicate arm;
Those lips soft and tender;
That small, exquisite palm.

In such a web, thoughts my,
Enslaved are forever.
But elated they lie,
Such joy had they never.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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