As I wait and float in the midst of fore-noon solitude,
I can see her swaggering slowly walking toward me
With a smile on her face, eyes in a dancing mood;
She rolls with the waves of her curves and features,
Comes with a hint in the wind of pleasure 'n happiness
Spreading a kind of giggle in silence and aroma of life;
With soothing beats of music and rhythm from the nature
I can see her approaching as a wave of a living poetry.
The steps she measures and footprints she draws
The words she utters and the laughter she mixes
With whatever she talks and for whatever length of time
All are in the same composure of the poem, as she is.
I can't resist but think with most thankful gratitude
About the Poet who has so kindly created this poetry.
