She looked at me with that piercing gaze
Her eyes glimmered, they had a blaze,
She looked lost, and yet I knew
Her beauty was unmatched, I knew it true,
The autumn zephyr blew through her dark hair
And a redolence released into the atmosphere,
A perfume intoxicating, makes one light in the head
Makes one love, makes one forget the end,
A baby’s laughter, she smiled at the sound
Her cheeks dimpled, and she turned around,
Her teeth shined like pearls white
Accentuating her eyes, brown, yet bright,
Her coquettish voice rendered her a cynosure
The fair ladies coveted her pulchritude so pure,
But she was oblivious to the thoughts around her
A world of her own, was all of her care,
She walked down the road, just as it started to rain
I called out to her, questioning her name,
She turned around, her face split into a beam
It was the last I saw, the end of a serene dream.
~Sunandan Banerjee
Pune, Maharashtra, India