SILHOUETTE

Suddenly a very familiar figure, at dusk I saw;

Thought I, " is it really her, or is it a visual flaw ?"

Beautiful, lean with tresses very long,  she used to be !

But knew my heart, as it throbbed aloud, " it is she," I said with glee.

Her silhouette that I cherished in my memory was perhaps long gone;

The colourful maiden I knew, was now grey n fawn.

A plump figure I saw, most unlike her; yet I knew it was her !

On seeing this silhouette, deep within me there was a stir.

Changed with years had the silhouette I lovingly carried.

Yes, it was indeed the very same person, I cherished !!!

Now she emerged, in a different figure, form and shape;

But how would that matter; her heart was the same; body had a different shape

Ran across I did, to take her in my loving arms.

My very own silhouette, with her many virtues n charm.

Armin Dutia Motashaw