Her pleated skirt
with stripes of black and white
swirling around
Like some floating clouds
And her carefree dance
holding his sight in the first glance
and as she twirled to the accordion’s tune,
captivating him from night to noon
And all the foundered talks
lost in some dark abyss
came surging back
questioning his beliefs
But such was her stance
abstruseness was written
in her every glance
while she swayed to glory
blithe, gyrating
unearthing one surprise at a time
from the chest of her quarry
he remained in oblivion with precipitated eyes
anxious to discover his next vice
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Bahut hi khubsurat rachna.👌👌
Thanks so much
Beautifully penned!
Well portrayed Shantanu..
Will he find that vice then?
Beautiful words
Thanks so much, Tanya
Thanks so much, Chiru
What do you think? Should he? 😊🌸 it at the end depends on what she wants. Isn’t
Thanks so much, Sakshi
Most welcome
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My pleasure…
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I still think he should find the vice 😉
Yeah. I once wrote. What is life without having few vices
Absolutely well said. None of us are perfect and it is better to have those vices, accept it and give it a right direction 🙂
True my friend. Satya vachan 🌸😊
I guess I am giving a lot of Satya Vachan these days…… 😀
Haha. Good for you