Musing her with
Exciting tales of
How those buds
Into blooms do change…
And why the sun hides
Behind the mountain range…
He raided her untouched
Docile emotions and
Wandering thoughts…
Pleasing her with
Stories and songs
In a rendezvous’ of sorts
He deeply wished
As he poured dreams
Into her kajal lined eyes…
She secretly prayed
As he took her hand
‘His words should not be lies’.
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-sycophancy/
