She keeps her scent concealed,
In fear of someone,
Who would track to steal her heart;
Captivate her emotive feelings,
Of dreams;
She relishes dreams in her sleep,
And In day, when she is alone;
Love is concealed inside her heart,
As nectar inside floret bud,
No one she likes stealing from her;
Humming birds Flutter wings,
In lyrical music,
Flirt over to seek her soothing soul;
Her beauty surrounds shyness
In her conscious,
Coerces to crouch head down to ground;
While seeing her own image in the mirror,
She can't resist her shyness,
Looks around if anyone watching,
Then kisses the mirror;
Her beauty she knows,
I wish If I were that mirror;
© Sadashivan Nair
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A beautifully written poem of love and a powerful attraction.