My Princess
She moved her eyes around...twirled her curly hair
And moved me playfully around her waistline
She is a beautiful art of Leonardo da Vinci and a twig of jasmine flowers
Extracting the colors from bangles...she smeared red color to her cheeks
She flipped me into the air like a kite tied to a ribbon
She is a girl with beautiful eyes and attractive like a old monk rum
With her ruby like lips...she made me fall in love
She won over me in a battle without using swords
She danced gracefully on my heart
Looking at her dance...I let go of my sleep
Drying the clothes on the terrace...humming gently...she sang a song
That is making my little heart overwhelmed with joy
Handing me a cup of coffee...as her fingers touched me
Like a current cable...she has flared up a mild voltage in me
Adding flavors to my dreams...she is looking at me with love
She pinned a strand of thread that joins the flowers together in to my heart
She captivated me in the border of her saree
She wishes me early in the morning and comes to my dreams at night
Where ever I go I keep thinking about her
She pushed me into a world of illusion
Closing the doors...she threw away the key
She took my heart till the silver lining of the clouds
And silently pushed aside the ladder
She enclosed my heart tightly in her palms
Like a fragrant breeze her beauty breathed life into me
She has imprinted many sweet conversations into my thoughts
She placed the goggles of love over my eyes
She is a princess of Akkadian kingdom...the one who raised desires in me
Decking me in her pearl necklace...she adorned her neck
Copyright © Ankur Mazumder | Year Posted 2016
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