by Vaishnavi Prakash
Hair that blends into the night
Tone of flesh that melts the cocoa
A voice that to be heard needs a heaven's might
A voice called out, "My Precious Pearl "
The world seemed beyound her touch
Her touch...so delicate and frigil
Wavy locks, mighty thoughts,
Lips that beat the rain swept land..
A move, a sway ; so gentle and carefree
A beauty denied, all marvellous pleasures declined
But was showered with a Heart Of Feather
A heart so light..so that even with all the tempests..
She swears to be a true warrior
A story to yearn ; a Charmer's girl
A voice called out.. "Oh my Precious Pearl".
Last updated September 14, 2011