THE WOMAN OF A DISTINCT SHADOW

    There once upon a time,

Stood a girl with silent hair.

It was a scene, calm and fine,

You can relax a while in just a glare.

The breeze was blowing, high and wide,

her hair were dancing like a peacock.

Her eyes showed vigorous spark abide,

Her pupils twikkered around the clock. 

She had a very big smile on her lips, 

As if the greatest joy she has conquered.

Oh, she looked like a blossomed tulip,

She was an angel, I enquired.

She spoke a few words in the sweetest voice,

As if a harp situates her throat.

Then she said she had been wondering,

Whether I came directly from heaven or by a boat.

I told her the words describing her beauty,

She just smiled with a silent chuckle.

Let me reveal the mystery of this riddle,

This beautiful woman in My Mother....

 

                                                                       - A. N. D