Sonnet On An ‘untold Lips' Poem by Indranil Bit

Once there lived a little stupid lass,
Sleeping at noon-fall for a day dream,
Crying hard, yet act on hiding her face,
Melancholy was her friend! A secret mate,
Surrendering to desert roars, a mist of dust,
Blaming herself for depleting foes, Alas!
She was once so as I said. Once she was so!

Today, a new day of year, she stands strong,
Beauty herself incarnates to shape her form,
An exotic lady carrying along memento so rich,
To fight back self-wooing emotions that breach,
Neither storm nor whirls can sunk her today.
She weaves nostalgia out, cast them away too deep,
She is now like what I says. Dear hearer, now she is so!