SCIENCE OF A
LONELY EVE
NIKHIL C. BOHIDAR
Lotus of beauty blooms
over the rippling lake
of youth
The round red mark
on the forehead dazzles
like a full moon of an autumn eve
Petalic lips bear the glow of dawn
Eye-lides’re flooded with
darkness of new moon night
Coral wreath studded with
Jasmine bud glistens
between the mounts
And floats in the
kaazal smeared mercurial eyes
rauny clouses
standing under a
lonely tree
why is the rustic belle
looking engrossed
at the distant horizon?
Has she strayed and
guessing the path
Or waiting for someone
to come and take her
to his chest?