My Deja Vu With A Burkhawalli In London Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Deja Vu With A Burkhawalli In London



Meeting a burkhawalli
by chance
in London,
a maiden
young and beautiful,
but veiled blackly
and burka-clad,
speaking in English,
eyeing strangely
and smiling
from the burkha
unable to hold
her laughter
when I went nearer
to her
asking her identity,
the eyes met they,
and it sparked,
so lustrous and luscious
burning my dreams
that she turned
into my temptation
and I desirous of not
letting her go
without a sweet kiss.

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