Oh My Timorous Heart Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Wordless and vacant eyed she said it all,
Magic wafted, her eyes widely were lit,
A searching gaze upon me did when fall,
I put down all my heart upon her feet.
An early spring-like, her eyes softly warm,
Probed me then with some strange look of despair,
And sparkled still with rare magical charm,
Words silent were, lips sealed, fragrant was air.
I knew not then as now what to tell her,
Speechless, bowed down were my bedazzled eyes.
Even today, at my life's late winter,
Eyes soften at my worldly ways, if wise.
May be, we destined were to meet, depart,
Or Fate had spared me a timorous heart.
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Sonnets | 01.10.2017 |