Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Wish she was mine

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A hushed twilight,

with pacific drizzle,

Having a sip of hot tea.

In her beloved ceramic cup,

Makes me revive,

that chromatic chapter,

Filled with the charm of her beauty,

Sparkle of her eyes,

Profundity of her dimples,

Intensity of her voice.

Her binding aura,

full of winsomeness.

When her smile was my life,

her tear was my trauma.

I wanted to have her back,

But I couldn't,

for I heard a voice..

Calling her 'mum' and sadly,

I was not the Father..
2 comments:
  1. Wow! This is brilliant, Deeshnai...:-)

    BTW, hope you are doing fine.... :-)

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