Shyness



Her liberty to smile was awesome among few millions of faces… eradicating the unusual smile from her face the shyness made me to run after her all down the streets of my city… Unusual temptation of her extraordinary laugh made me like a snooping shark…. Just a question that how come such shyness be present in an ordinary face that made even the stars to find the way… Anyways I did not know how come it will last indeed even the vulgar world feels a affection for that pinky lips with the shadowed chick to find the ways to describe the attitude of her ways… anyways it has been a kind off …. No bargain to that shyness that made me to flirt her …. Even the running trains would feel like accepting the beauty scrawling the tracks to fade light just for her to pass by ….. How come such an angel is present beside me …..? Thinking a bit I thought of capturing her at least in my poems to get through it when I would be missing her ….. But in a hurry I scrolled my hairs murmuring … “loving yew never ends”




To all the fugitive years that is scrolling away….
I must lie long lowly for her shyness to pass by;
To the sight that engaged me so long……
I must stand like a hill so strong;


Though my life to be like flee….
But I must gaze upon her memories like a bee;
Pursuing all my sadness to view…..
She blossoms as that red flower that grew;


Even the seafowl has gone to the nest…
I gaze upon her shyness without taking rest;
Stroking winds made me to be your sport……
Indeed I am unable to take your enduring report;


Querying that you are not out of my reach…..
Only because of your lovely speech;
On the thorny bed of pain…..
I dimly think of you and walk again;


Saying of those painted feet……
All I could do is just greet;
Smile on misfortunes brow……
Was only because of that shyness that you throw;


With all the hopes prolonging the happiest hour…..
Was all sudden when the deepest shades dimly lour;
Blackening round in all the way…….
Glides the mind to beam upon the distant day;


For the delights that you give….
Was all what I mean to live;
Tangling myself with an immortal verse…
Makes me fell as if a thorn is to pierce;




(LOVING YEW NEVER ENDS)



BY: - PUPU MOHANTY