You sit smiling <br />Inveigling the roaming eyes. <br /> <br />Your hands arrange <br />The crockery, the showpieces <br />Paintings and candles <br />Immaculately. <br /> <br />Your fingers present the items <br />Synchronically, <br />A sheer touch of business <br />That turns at my end <br />A business of touch. <br /> <br />My old friend is also a gone case <br />As he proposes you, <br />Though, in a way sarcastically <br />Shying you escape the misdemeanor <br />And move on to the next client. <br /> <br />I have to go for something <br />As I see the items <br />Through your face. <br /> <br />Whatever you say <br />Is the final dictum, <br />And works well on my pocket. <br />I pour more dollars <br />And disturb my budget <br />To become a mendicant. <br /> <br />Your adieu works well <br />Over the shillaber, <br />Smilingly you wish best of journey <br />To all of us. <br /> <br />Arrayed well on the cabinet <br />And chiffons, <br />My wife appreciates the purchase <br />And I smile the things away<br /><br />Harish k. Thakur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-a-serbian-girl/
