Tale of the stranger
If I start, I fear
It would end never
Yet I dare
perhaps I love her
She – the stranger.
As if God’s godliness
Got complete only after
He completed her.
There is love in her,
Always,
Even when she says,
I ‘hate’ you my dear
she is of her own kind.
Yes’ and no’s rarely differ.
Makes me mad, and thus
comes the peace of my mind.
Her pretty eyes
There a world lies
From the earth to the skies.
So are those, when closed
Everything dies, even the time stops
And waits for the moment,
Would open her bright eyes
And enlighten the fires and flies.
She is beautiful like a rose.
Her wet lips, soft and long hairs
Attractive complexion and matching clothes.
A complete woman
From her head to her toes.
Talks like preaching angels
Walks like the ocean waves.
And her smile gives me a life
And many more, I can’t write all those.
In fact, she is a sweet poem
That perhaps, only a poet can compose
If I start, I fear
It would end never
Yet I dare
perhaps I love her
She – the stranger.
As if God’s godliness
Got complete only after
He completed her.
There is love in her,
Always,
Even when she says,
I ‘hate’ you my dear
she is of her own kind.
Yes’ and no’s rarely differ.
Makes me mad, and thus
comes the peace of my mind.
Her pretty eyes
There a world lies
From the earth to the skies.
So are those, when closed
Everything dies, even the time stops
And waits for the moment,
Would open her bright eyes
And enlighten the fires and flies.
She is beautiful like a rose.
Her wet lips, soft and long hairs
Attractive complexion and matching clothes.
A complete woman
From her head to her toes.
Talks like preaching angels
Walks like the ocean waves.
And her smile gives me a life
And many more, I can’t write all those.
In fact, she is a sweet poem
That perhaps, only a poet can compose
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