AT HER GLANCE

Her glance from the window

Is like the moon peeps from the sky,

When the breeze blow,

On her face, her smooth hairs fly.

Her cheeks shine bright

Like the Sun spreads it's rays.

After the dark night,

Seeing her shiny cheeks, I start my days.

To open the curtain, on her window sill, her hand waves.

Like in the spring , the wavy tree sways.

Warmth of her smile

Melts my icy heart.

At her glance, I forget myself for a while;

She is such a beautiful piece of "Art".