The Voice Of A Lover Poem by Guhapriyan V.D

Blessed am I on this beautiful autumn horizon
A fall after which everything beautiful began after
Her walk through the garden that made my heart skip a beat
The irresistible look from the twilight eyes intoxicated me more than a tavern of wine does
The fine pressed wine will take a bow before her pout
The whistle of the birds will shy away on hearing her voice
The curves of the river will envy hers and shun its course
The minute I saw her, I scripted my first love story.