The Girl Whom Met I At The Shopping Complex, I Am Making A Photo Of Hers Exactly So With A Fine Face-Cutting And The Wide-Wide Eyes Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

She had been in a hurry,
I too had been in a hurry,
Just saw her, saw her passing through
A girl never seen before,
Never will be like,
I mean the models,
Failing the heroines

Saw I her coming to, approaching the complex,
With a handbag hanging from,
Coming nearer
And pausing by to purchase
And purchased she
And went away,
Oh, a great beauty,
As if she sitting before as a model
And I making a portrait of hers!

As if she were before
And I making a portrait of hers,
I as an artist making the image,
The portrait
And she smiling sweetly
Marking my drama of life,
The darling of love before
And I posing like some great artist
And making the portrait before her!

She beaming with smiles,
Yet to burst into a laughter
To see my foolish activity of
Immortalizing her,
Her sweet and attractive face and dreamy eyes,
Luscious lips, appleyish cheeks of hers,
Just like a balsam
Appeared she.

And I after her, making the portrait laboriously
Unable to portray and paint
But instead of trying my best to deliver
Which delivered I not
And I could not the finishing touches
As the model disappeared she suddenly
Without saying anything else to me,
Leaving me in great dismay and disappointment!

It was a matter of the moment and I could have portrayed
To display the masterpiece with so much pride of own,
But could not it for later on
As she went away, vanished into the gloom
Without saying anything else
And it’s a reality too
That it had been quite a bit misty and foggy too.

Can you tell me, friend,
The girl whom met I at the marketing complex,
Where did she vanish away,
Carrying my heart?
It's no business of mine,
Sorry, can't say it,
Mind your tongue, sir, said the gentleman,
Puting an extra gravity,
Hanging the specs and looking through.