Her
Published in
Feb 19, 2022
eyes that praise themselves
lips that don’t bite
skin fair enough
to swindle mine from skies
soul whispering out
of the windows that praise
with curtains of silk
the wind they chase
thoughts that run wild
in a room so cramped
to be blessed by the sight
indeed a miracle damned
hands that make art
fingers that narrate
smile that never fails
the heart to take a bait
she is like a thought
a beautiful one, to say
a thought taking over the mind
night and day
~rajnandini
:) i write a lot of poems but I don't post much, but maybe it ain't a bad idea to post once in a while!! Thank you
