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Posted by rajnish khare on July 26, 2000 at 07:22:38:
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Colouring the horizons, As the dawn breaks, Arrives a doe-eyed beauty, Causing ripples in the still waters, Just a casual glance stolen. A pair of clearest depths, One can see the world in, Brightest contrasts with the gracious dark, Reflects the creation of the creator. Magically sculpted slant, She breathes fragrance in and out Embarrassing scent of flowers, Makes one lose his senses. Dangle earrings from the lobs, On guard to warn us mortals, A moment more you stare, Will never remember existence. Carries colour of vitality, On her twin rosy petals, Tempt even the holy, To kiss the nectar, To lose forever, To be forever. Her long dark hair, Innocently let loose, Caressed lovingly by the soft breeze, Play hide and seek, Over her moonlike face, And when she admonishes the mischievous locks, With a gentle touch of her hand, She makes even God repent, How could He make someone, More fortunate than Him. Blushes swan secretly, When she looks around, Pride is all he had, Loses it to nubile lass. Delicately crafted laterals, Like a wild virgin flow, Carve a serpentine movement, Whenever she gets excited, Capable of making one’s horizon dark forever, Only have to rise and fall. Stems the fountain of youth, The virgin swells, Hold the promise of eternity, Drapes her bosom Venus, Lest she be forgotten. Ripe fruits of beauty, Supported by a thin waist, Makes even cupid wonder, Will hold or let go. The flat smooth stretch, Punctuated by a ring, Amaze even the endless desert, Nourishing an oasis right in its heart. The long smooth stems, Add grace to grace, ‘coz when she walks, The movement stills the movements. Her skin glows like moonlight, On a dark, darker night, The aura of morning sun fades, When she draws the curtain aside, Full moon owes it to moon, Her glow reckons no parallels. She speaks only but symphony, She walks only but grace, She holds only but promise, She lets only but obsession, She inspires only but awe, She draws only but comparisons, She dreams only but dreams, She weaves only but magic, Epitomizing the world hitherto unknown, She is a new awakening, reckon….
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