Grudge Not Those Weet Dreams... Poem by Abhay Mishra

Took me completely by surprise,
Appeared she or eradiation at sunrise.

Austerely beautiful-undoubtedly I can claim,
Florid cheeks -Rose upon you, Oh! shame.
Seeing her in choir my heart sung,
Crispy, silky, aromatic ringlet hung.

Vivaciously stepped she in my clime,
Rhythm, her voice gave to the chime.
Oh Poor! Oh Innocent! -upon myself-I pity,
Earings rustled, when walked in beauty.

Red hot flames - was that a caution?
Stood she as the tides cessation.
With the fragrance from her body did spray,
I was lost in a land - completely fey.

Submerged in her, an Insanity it seems,
A celestial Damsel-My Love Of Dreams.
In vortex though lost, I dared to chase,
Moonlit face that had tuned me craze.

Fogs have dispersed, now I just scream,
The fancy fairy has become -My Love Theme.

Though your beauty Ineffable, Delusive and fake,
Grudge not those sweet dreams-For God's Sake.