When I first saw you,
I thought you were God’s best creation.
When you passed by the lane,
You were like the white dandelion
gliding in the wind,
Tender, yet, strong.
When the whiff of your hair touched my face,
Your hair felt like peacocks feathers
Which warded off all evils around me.
Your voice, like a conch,
Your eyes had someone else’s reflection
Never had and never will dare to look at you in the eye.
You are not a part of my life,
But it is as if you have become the journey.
When I die, fire may engulf my body
But the flame of love has already ignited my body
By you, being the oil, my love.
©Aparna Prabhu 2017