Tuesday, January 5, 2010

The Swallow

A Swallow flew over her head
And sat and gawped at her
Mesmerized by something in her, he thought
Who was she and how she came so far

He hopped towards her stealthily
Until a gesture changed her hue
For the first time he saw her blue eyes
Her lips were like morning dew.

He wished to care and love her
But night started gulping the day
Fearing the night might trouble her
He flew showing her the way.

6 comments:

Chhaya said...

feel good :)

liked it

Vittaldas Prabhu said...

Very warm. Lovely poem.

Anorak said...

thanks guys....these are all poems which i wrote during my HS.... so just thought to upload instead of leaving them languishing in some long lost notebook .... :)

Anonymous said...

Happy Prince

Tongue Trip said...

i wish it went on and on..beautiful imagery and composition.

SANDIPAN said...

platonic?????.......


and please stop saying "keep walking...."