She Poem by Chhavi Anupam

She



It is not her wit or intellect
neither her position
nor her voice
nor her face
least of all her enchanting
manners to lace.

She is beautiful
but
several others are,
she is soft and coy
as many are
but
what pulls me back to her
is
the 'man' in me
which she kindles,
and the curious spells
upon me
which she sprinkles;

I need not tell her
she says nothing to me,
but this baffling bond
between us
is what.....passion,
chemistry
instinct;
.....whatever
to me she is special
she is distinct
she is the melody
who enraptures
a secret joy
deep inside
that my heart treasures.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lost Poet 28 September 2009

nice one dear........

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