Looking at, her in abeyance my mind lie
With eyes taking over

Dulcet are her pulses;
Endearing is her mode,
A splendor so divine
Looting people out of their mind

Like trees, her hair danced in high wind and rain
And I, dancing around like a peacock;
Trying to melt her marble heart
Pondering of praises to say,
Hoping with one of them she might stay.  

Hard to fathom the enrichment caused by her find,
She is a timeless beauty not the banal kind.

In bruit she is, possessor of her own surreptitious style
Tricking people with her friendly smile.

but her lure “the chains I wear” are rust away in time
I am unbounding with time.
I Wondering could i just let it be,
could this phase ever pass me.

But then one by one they all go by
First the voice, then the smell & then forgotten by the eyes
And at last comes a sigh...oh I tried …oh I tried .oh I tried