Like Weather She Changed Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Her smile to me looked a beacon of grace
That hinted that her heart was always home,
Her visage alluded of a warm face
That readily gave me a warm welcome,
Which, ever stayed put whenso I went there—
A welcome guest to get special sunshine—
Daytime or night, sun or rain, dull or fine,
Her house warmed my feelings, not just the air.
Her smile was forever fresh as sunrise,
And made me feel like visiting again,
Dawn be or dusk, the same inviting eyes,
Notso gave me hints of impending rain.
And she changed like weather as weathers do,
But unlike seasons she gave not a clue.
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Sonnets | 01.01.12 |