(Shringara is romance or love. Love that evokes deep emotions or lust)
With a sparkling smile like a dew drop
Glittering in the morning sun
Her eyes twinkled like the stars
In a moonless starry night
Her curly long hair that covered
Her dress that reached her knee
Those eyebrows arched so heavenly
God, Thank You for giving her to me
She was my goddess, my dreams come true
Her figure, etched, like a sculpture fine
Her voice so sweet as a crooning skylark
Her fragrance, like a jasmine vine
The dimple decked cheek blushed a baby pink
As my arms encircled her.
She slithered out shy from my loving embrace
And pushed me away in mock anger
It only made me want her more
And I pulled her back to me
Her skin so smooth as Kashmiri silk
I made her my own forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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