My Charming Girl Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta
My Charming Girl
Sheen outside an oyster shell,
Is reflection of light inside
So is the sheen o'skin
Not of talc - but bath drops
Linger on translucent skin.
Three fingertips like pollen
Paint the mirror and;
narrow eyes' scrutinize the art.;
Berry-stained lips adorning
The placid plum face-
do not speak.
Just like two chrysanthemums
Snuggle as they float in lake
To finally drift apart.
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