Who Art Thou, O Damsel Fair? Poem by Ajit Kanale

When mist falls, sight blurs grey,
When focus on things simply goes astray,
Thoughts on the mind’s canvas fade,
Emanating from nowhere, me you serenade…

Busy I may be with a hobby,
Or solving su-dokus in someone’s lobby,
There you come, catching me unaware,
Captured, enraptures, at you I stare…

Who art thou, O damsel fair,
Mystical guest of my heart’s silent lair?
My heart, to attractions, is not very prone.
Yet, with a visit, you’ve made it your own! !

Whenever a song, my heart does beat,
Condescending, you dance on your jingling feet.
And watching this art, so graceful and fine,
Wrapped, I feel, in a rhythm divine!

Words, at times, you speak to me,
Soothe my heart like the calm, blue sea.
Their music melodious, drenches my heart,
in a flow that blows away every rampart!

Who art thou, O damsel fair
Descending from heaven’s golden stair?
You, I have all this while, been missing.
Filling that void, you have come as a blessing! !

Your lovely touch, so fine, so soft,
sends my heart into a great, great loft!
O my angel, so sweet, your kiss,
drowns me in an ocean of youthful bliss! !

Every time I think of you,
My darkness is filled with a rainbow hue!
From this myriad, as you condense,
My life’s garden blooms with fragrance! !

Who art thou, O damsel fair
With a moonlit face and flowing hair?
Take me ‘cross epiphanies, will you, my queen?
‘n’ be my lucky angel, as you’ve always been?