Someone Knocks At the Door - 04
It was her
first date with Him.
She had to
take care, that
She was at
the zenith of her beauty,
She had her
most beautiful robes on,
she checked
every bud,
every leaf,
every twig
in and around-
lest a yellow leaf,
or a worn petal
should spoil
the whole preparation
that moment.
There were only
a few minutes left
before she would be
there at the table
of her dream
fostered so long.
She had
no moment to stare,
She had
no moment to spare,
but only to care
her looks,
her exotic looks
as she meets her Lover.
Copyright © Subhas Chandra Chakra | Year Posted 2018
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