My Cat Eyed Girl
My cat eyed girl stands by the bamboo
thickets-
when a pair of water pots rest on the
sugar sand -
her ear-rings shine like my soul in the
saffron light -
finger tips of the summer wind play
music of the
earth on the bamboo stems - I remember.
There were
phrases and punctuation marks of love in
her body language.
My love belongs to an extinct species.
It’s not
your butterfly love flitting around the
carnal honey.
Certainly you’ll call it, ‘Old-
fashioned’.
Love keeps its virginity even after fifty
years.
It’s unfading charm’s in the reality I
loved her,
in the belief she loved me, and in the
distance
that shyness kept between us.
First published in Romantic Morsels by Zimbell House Publishing LLC,US.
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