ANAMIKA

YOU are the jasmine

twenty-four carat fragrant

peeping from the terrace of the world

smiling with the clouds and the breeze

florescent day welcomes you

the bask caresses the golden locks

that always hid your fair little smile.

oh! the woodland all aglowed

the peeking rays giggling and flapping their paperlike wings

making the earth sacrosanct

stretching my eyes to the sea above

thanking that someone for sending the precious you.

Have I said-

you are a feather tweaked

to tab the pages of this evanescent life.

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(n.b-the title of the poem means no name in Hindi,it is but dedicated to my bosom friend&all others who have touched my little cosmos.)