She Poem by C. P. Sharma

I am a canvas
on it she paints,
at times the warmth
of the morning sun
with golden glow
of glamorous love.

At times her kisses
with rosy lips
into the red red
love me dip.

Sometimes,

In red-hot mood
she comes,
the very base of
my being she dumps.


Sometimes,

She comes
in moonlit silvery shades,
all my anguish
in her fades.

Sometimes,

In her bluish eyes I
eternity beseech,
as if on the
Colangute beach.

Some times,

The starry sky
around her she wraps,
my soul at her
beauty gasps.

Sometimes,

She paints her
like sweet spring,
in flowery boughs
the Kuku sings.

In rainbow colors
my life she paints,
she is my life
without her I faint.

She is fairer than
the day
And darker than
the night,
she can be non-else
she is my life,
she is my wife