MY FAIR LADY <br /> <br /> <br />She is so reserved but neat and pleasant <br />Would not lift her face on any commotion <br />When my colleagues try in vain, to distract her attention <br />She remains cool in an emotionless perfection <br /> <br />I proudly recollect those rarest moments <br />As she walks down to my seat in graceful movements <br />To whisper a few words on routine official things <br />Making others envy - that I have at her some extra length <br /> <br />I have never shown any signs of love <br />Though, the seeds are sown and watered from within <br />For fear of her decisions, if my interests are known <br />I am still a novice for love and dejections <br /> <br />On her birthdays, she serves me from her lunch box <br />Pouring her heart in her usual musical voice <br />I get melted and flowed into her cisterns <br />Given the chance, I always opted to keep silence <br /> <br />For the last one week she has been absent <br />Dull and dry, I am so restless and nervous <br />Finally, I get to her in a hospital corner <br />Pale and weak with early patches as a leprosy patient <br /> <br />Lifting her palms, I kissed them in fondness <br />To convey my firmness beyond her sickness <br />I am not scared at her illness at all <br />As she is mine…. In all ups and downs <br /> <br />Trembling lips and her tearful eyes <br />In total disbelief at this sincere guy <br />Silent declarations speak themselves aloud <br />That we are together to meet the challenges ahead <br /> <br />Louis Santhana<br /><br />santhana louis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-fair-lady-7/
