In admiration they glance
to each other they glance
“ I admire your hair! ”
“ Your face more fair! ”
These flow from their mouths,
as the admiree flaunts
to the packed complements
that are mere supplements.
The crystal in their mist
kept squealing and whirling in gist.
From my sitting abode
I shivered as if cold
but no, only a thrill from a pitched voice
low- tuned like hums of my choice.
Though, never caught a word
I enjoyed the chord.
A mind’s meal
that gave me a thrill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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