Mystique is the word that enveloped him ,
His looks hastened me to atonement .
With his aura of aloofness chilling me to new depths —
Was he of superior breed ?
Those were the thoughts that seized me ;
Whenever, wherever he touched my mind.
This massiveness was there in his thoughts too ;
That’s what haunted my inner self .
In my exuberance I tried to estimate his hopes and aspirations ;
But he excited me t he utmost with his hard-to-get attitude.
I oomphed at him from one end of a never-ending lane ,
Described him to all my known-outs .
I pinched myself, was he a dream or a reality ?
I still don’t know , for I still dream of him .
Him, the man who charmed me to depths .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
beautifull poem.secrets living deep in.beautiful word and well placed sentences.this para is haunting too 'I still don’t know, for I still dream of him.' voted10 surya