a poem of imagination
|You are perched in a golden chair
With a shining crown above your hair.
You are drenched with raining flowers
urging me to descry you for hours
When you run to catch the butterfly,
your both anklets sing so high.
Catching the attire when you play
You make me insane for a whole day
You sing with birds and flow with rill
At that jiff, paradise is what I feel
Never seen such an enchanter before
Who lures me to watch her more and more.
When the sun rays kiss your cheek,
Your skin turns rosy at its peak
After the cool breeze caresses your figure,
You feel tickled and start to shiver
I begin to love your angelic charm
And want to be the king of your realm
‘I love you’ is what I want to scream
But I am afraid this is only the day dream
Only the day-dream…….