Stranger Poem by Ashraf Gohar Goreja

How easily I became impressed
By a stranger in flashing, silver blue
Who was sitting gracefully, across my table
With her curious gaze she looked all around
And her beautiful deep, scarlet eyes
Like the first rays of morning sun
Emitting, bursting light from high heavens to skies.

With a tender glance, I saw her on my canvas,
In fantastic colors of crystal rainbow
Stylish elegance with lasting beauty
Blooming lips, and cheeks openly proclaim
Glamour, cuteness, and enduring ecstatic charm
Thousands of paintings but none bears her name.


Copyright May 22nd,2003
Ashraf Gohar Goreja