Princess Of Hills - Poem by Omjoy Halder
With a bucket full of roses
Hung around her back
And with a smile there she poses
Making a picture that does nothing lack.
With that necklace, earring in red gown
She stands apart from girls in the plain,
Like a princess of a hilly town
Capturing hearts of women and men.
Oh, that smile! !
I might not describe its beauty so well,
It's so pure, indicating a heart sans guile
And a tale of happy lives it does tell.
She might not have riches, yet so glad
Plucking & selling flowers and tea,
Lessons to be learnt by materialistic people so sad,
How can simplicity fill lives with glee.
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