The dancing river of love flows through her mysterious eyes
The cupid is her guardian through the whole night.
The butterflies are cheering with laughter above her head.
She sees a gate at the end of the road ahead.
No car as her wagon.
No wheels under her feet.
She has got her imagination
rushing through her veins deep.
Her mind is a maze
She has got a wavering gaze
But her eyes are set on the gate
which lies ahead during her stay.
There is a storm in those darting pair
A destruction in her sunshine
She creates roses on the road
and wild she runs through the thorns, ending a spectacular show
more by PRANJULAA SINGH
photograph by Julia Caesar