Mounting fury triumphed over
‘Twas recorded on a leaf of paper
May Khamsin winds blew the balm
Burnt the caravan of prudent mind
Eyes was on fire, fist frozen by ire
Veiled the beauty of unknown kind
Coquettish Norse purred….shyly squeaked
She embroidered scented cloak with deceit
Like a villain cat, kept fondling my lot
Ushered herself, in nexus of rosy closet
Sunny her days, butterflies everywhere
Whereas river of tears streaming in no air
11th of December,2009
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