Sweet Smile Poem by Cyclopseven R

The sweet smile
of the young indian girl
captured the heart of many young men
me too no exclusion
her smile a panacea for many wounded souls.
though her life a short lived saga
her smile still last long in our minds
she the angel prettiest
too fast the call came for her
many hearts were broken wild
that tears and sorrow painted their wail.
she will remain ever a prettiest dame
for our eyes sealed her image
the optic nerve it became.
she the virgin meadow
spread her wings wide
and fly in our dreams
leaving impressions deeply invisible.
she touched our hearts with the beautiful smile
a therapy wild enough to cure the hearts hurt
souls of many crave still for a smile gone
we hope the dazzling damsel of sweet smile
come again with a melodious gaze
till then our sleep is a uninterrupted wake.