Your smiles, I could not, could not portray, <br />Had I been an artist <br />I would have, <br />Had I artistic excellence in me <br />I could have. <br /> <br />Had I been a photographer, <br />Would have, <br />Would have snapped the photos, <br />But no photographer am I, <br />Nor am I with the camera. <br /> <br />Your smiles cutting deep and deep into, <br />Your smiles sweet and cutting, <br />The lines figuring upon as impressions <br />And vanishing, <br />May be it I shall not be able to snap again such a posture. <br /> <br />Your smile turning into a sweet memoir, a sweet remembrance <br />And I keep remembering, <br />Your smile a memento of mine <br />To reminisce about, <br />Your smile the smile of my life and keep I smiling. <br /> <br />Your smiles balsams blossoming <br />In the courtyard, <br />Your smiles rajanigandha sticks with blooms <br />Under the moonlit nights, <br />Your smiles the things of my admiration. <br /> <br />Your smiles turning into the smiles of mine, <br />I smiling, you smiling, <br />We all smiling, <br />I meeting you on the way and you smiling <br />And I too returning smiling about the smile of yours. <br /> <br />Your smiles, oh, I could turn them into my art, <br />The lines on the lips <br />And from the lips affecting the heart <br />And the heart feeling happy <br />And I going thinking about the smile of yours.<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-smiles-5/
