Musing her with <br />Exciting tales of <br />How those buds <br />Into blooms do change… <br />And why the sun hides <br />Behind the mountain range… <br /> <br />He raided her untouched <br />Docile emotions and <br />Wandering thoughts… <br />Pleasing her with <br />Stories and songs <br />In a rendezvous’ of sorts <br /> <br />He deeply wished <br />As he poured dreams <br />Into her kajal lined eyes… <br />She secretly prayed <br />As he took her hand <br />‘His words should not be lies’. <br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-sycophancy/
