Her

An amalgam of beauty, grace and elegance

Clad in white kurti and peacock blue Patiala

The whole bookstore got mystified by her presence

This dainty damsel radiated such a pious aura

 

A little unkempt hair told she was a whimsical lass

Kohl rimmed brown eyes gave an alluring appeal

Black full rim spectacles made her look an Uber-cool ass

Eloquent lips conveyed an abundance of zeal

 

Two bright Chandeliers dangled from her ears

A Swan pendant enhanced the beauty of her chest

The dazzle of titan raga sparkled on left hand of hers

While her right shimmered with a silver bracelet

 

She smiled as our eyes met for split second

I lowered mine instantly and looked at her feet

The butterfly flats appeared simple and elegant

Watching this lovely lady had been a delightful treat

 

I walked towards her while gazing at the literary fiction section

She was confused with Rushdie in one hand and Kafka in other

I offered help to choose a single book for her collection

Our conversation then went on from one domain to another

 

I was smitten at her depth of knowledge and understanding

She was vocal on almost all topics and had a very fine diction

We kept on talking from Howard Roark to King’s landing

I thoroughly enjoyed the company of this scholar of great distinction

 

Our talk got disrupted by a call from her parents

She promised to meet again and hurriedly left in the crowd

If only she would have been there for a few more moments

I would have recited this poem to her out loud.