She In My Sweet Memory Dwells Poem by Rajpal Singh

She in my sweet memory dwells,
Although physically she is unknown to me;
Her sweet voice’s magic spells
Often hunt me overwhelmingly.

My thoughts, I hope, might be with her,
As hers do float reminiscently within me;
Neither has she seen me ever,
Nor do I visualize her feminine beauty.

Still works a force of unseen line
Between her and me, the two aliens;
I am pulled by a voice, soft and feminine,
And she might be by my coarseness of man.