Evening is always beautiful, that too if you walk thinking of some one, whom you love; waiting for her in the moon light near a pond. what if suddenly she appears? what would you do?

        An Evening!                       

 

 

 

    It’s already evening,

             Sun scampering to his hamlet

   Turned the charismatic sky into orange

   Moon ambulating from the thorp, simpered ogling at me.

 

 

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              Tootling in the promenade,

     My feet clasped with awns

     I Knelt on the hassock and

     held the serotinous ageratum

     Zephyr smacked the scilla romping with my tresses

     Sprinkling the aroma in the cantaloupic milieu

 

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                  I gently waddled to the brook and sat on the sward

         Ripples sashayed, birds chirped, school of fish are balletic

         dapping stones across the creek, I splashed the hands to feel relaxed

          I lied down and had a nap

          Hours passed by, suddenly

         drops smeared my eye lids

          I felt the aroma of breath

         A mellifluous taste for my lips

         Opened my eyes to hear the lullaby of stars

          I leapt quickly and

          Lowered my head to saw a mesmerising silhouette

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                   The blue lingerie illuminated in the mist

                   A damsel, a ravishing beauty

                   I untangled her chignon, took in my arms

                   Her lips quivered, eyes closed

                 I osculated her gently.                                         

 

                                                            

 

 

 

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